‘Damnation!’
Confused, he released her, and in an instant she had darted away and was
running down the garden. “My wife. . He had, for
the most part, been correct. Or,
after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards—
but one crosses it sometimes. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. I’ve more than twice your strength and at least ten times
your cunning, when it’s needed. We can be friends again. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation.
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