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It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round
cave by a small stream. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll
break my wrist. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely
against the reserve he had set between them. "It's a
mysterious transaction altogether. "
"Perhaps I read of it somewhere. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and,
when unloosed, hung down to her heels. "
She kindled with sympathy. " And he raised it in his
arms. "Are
you a poltroon, after all?"
"That's it! I ought to have died that night!"
"Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically
penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. “A move of any
sort would certainly be fatal. ‘She’s perfectly
right. “Second class,” said some one, but first and second were all alike to her.
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