They became aware of the waitress standing over them with book and pencil ready for their bill. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. A kind but hard looking female officer named Rose took her into a room and sat her down at a small wooden table. ” “I am going to ask more than a favour,” she said slowly. A bad one in a rough-and-tumble; all the water-front tricks. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. She even had books by H. If we do not begin—” She had come to a resolution.
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