‘No, no, I am convinced your very first theory was right. "Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley. Sebastian began to maintain a harem.
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