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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. When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. Then suddenly, in front of all those windows, he folded her in his arms and pressed her to him, and kissed her unresisting face. \"Are you aware that every girl in Princeton Hills would kill for a chance at him? I think it's simple. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. You appear to be amongst those strong enough in all ordinary matters, but who seem to think it quite natural and proper to give in at once and play the weakling directly—one cares. I do not think that he has quite got over his surprise at finding you established here. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. You will be wearing your travelling dress, and no doubt you would prefer it. \"Let's get out of here. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding.
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