‘But I have told you. Mrs. E. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. Certain of my prey, I can afford to wait for it. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. Wood turned over to obtain a more comfortable position. ” She stopped short, full of things un-said. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered. " Mrs. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. I didn’t think—I don’t know what I thought.
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