His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. What she admired in her man was his resolute defense of his opinions. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. It was the crowned queen of mountains in her robes of shining white. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness. ’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor.
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