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“I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again. I applaud your prudence: it is, however, needless. “I was hoping to be able to secure a few minutes’ conversation with you, Miss Pellissier. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. And I'll have supper with you. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler. I cannot explain beyond that. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. "Mercy!" screamed Mrs. Mrs.
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