In this way, they reached Holborn Bridge. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. And that’s why I’m at your service. She sensed his acute frustration as he unzipped her raincoat while trying to kiss her. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off.
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