Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. 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. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. " "I am acquainted with Mr. " "I shouldn't mind ridding him of her," said Blueskin, gruffly; "and if she comes in my way, may the devil seize me if I don't make short work with her!" "You forget," rejoined Jack, sternly, "I've just said I'll have no violence—mind that.
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