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"Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. I suppose you came right out and asked him about his family?’ ‘Nothing of the sort. It drives one mad at times. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. . " "Do you suppose he knew?" "He? Oh, you mean Mr. ” “I suppose not. On the fifth day he had ventured speech with her. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. Ruth sighed; Spurlock stood up and drew his hand across his forehead as if awakening from a dream.
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