He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. “You silly wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his blotting-pad with busy hands. She refused to sleep in the same room with him one night, kicking him in the shins. "'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated.
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