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The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. ” “No! Well, I just suggested it. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. " "There was Father," suggested Angelina gently. His pulses beat fast as he walked, his feet fell lightly upon the pavement. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. The only difficulties that presented themselves clearly to her were the difficulties of getting away from Morningside Park, and not the difficulties at the other end of the journey. Ramage,” she said, sharply, “I have to make it plain to you. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. “What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. " "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. You must wait till supper's over. I have yet another. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known.
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