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\" \"Good night, Mom. 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. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters. “I look older. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. ” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed. “Arthur, this is Miss Pellissier—Mr. ” “Forget WHAT?” “And I said I wouldn’t. She rapped again, louder.
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