He cherished her. He took a handful of almonds and raisins that she held out to him—for both these young people had given up the practice of going out for luncheon—and kept her hand for a moment to kiss her finger-tips. "After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. We dine at seven-thirty. 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. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon. "There's my answer!" rejoined Wild, hurling the bludgeon at him, with such fatal effect, that striking him on the head it brought him instantly to the ground. But the young man with the orange tie remained in his place, disputing whether the body had not something or other which he called its legitimate claims. “Quite on my own,” she said.
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