There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. ‘Good God!’ uttered Roding. She liked to cook even though normal food was not nourishing to her. But I am always afraid that he may get in while I am away. " "I'm sure I'm very sorry. “There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast. ’ He glanced at Roding.
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