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You are very lovely, Ruth. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. ‘Jacques?’ ‘No. Besides, I do not want a price on my head. 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. Here they would be having lunch. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. Wood, however, was too much excited to attend to the caution. “I’ll go,” he said, “but I warn you that I shall find you out. She had not been sufficiently prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert and receptive.
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