. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. And you have stolen my dagger. 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. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. He hadn't patrolled old Pell Street as a plain clothes man without getting a glimmer of the ancient truth that East is East and West is West. ’ Lucilla let out a peal of laughter. I can’t.
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