" A shadow, which was not cast by the jib, fell upon them both. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. ” She said dryly.
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