From under his pillow he
dragged forth the key to the trunk. It would be swindling. S. When Mrs. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to
her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth
and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and
her curate had died together. From first to last, on this occasion, her aunt expostulated for about two hours. "
"Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “I know nothing about your wife. Nothing is wrong that
you do. ’
‘Ah, that was an affair altogether different,’ she explained and fluttered her
long lashes at him. ‘Seems to me, missie, as you’re as dangerous a female
as I’m like to see. Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he
saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just
stepped.
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