Gave me a purse, and told me to take both of ’em up to Harwich and put them on a packet for Holland. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. She got out of bed, her eyes still half-closed, and stood slack jawed. What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. In vain Wood protested his innocence. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom.
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