For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. She breathed deeply. " "Do you suppose he knew?" "He? Oh, you mean Mr. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. So the talk went on. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. \"Thanks for walking me home. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. .
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