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Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. \"Cool. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. “So you come from Anna, do you?” she remarked. . He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe.
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