Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terrible explosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. Never bought a shirt in my life, Mr. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him. 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. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. "Oh! you men! you men! Once get a thing into your head, and nothing will beat it out.
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