” “You are,” he answered unconsciously. 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. My nerves were in rags. “I wonder if there are any good women really. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. ’ Gerald turned and came back to her. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. “This is a charming place, and I have enjoyed the rest. . ’ ‘What?’ ‘Neat little toy. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. “Let me add too that I am thankful for your decision.
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