He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. But the objects in his range of vision remained unchanged. "There's a guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand. Everything in the world to live for!—fame that he could not reap, love that he must not take! What was all this pother about hell as a future state? By and by things began to stir on the table: little invisible things. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk. A cold shiver came over her.
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