“And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. " "Perhaps that was it. ” “Of course,” said Capes, and threw a newly lit cigar into the fire through sheer nervousness. Edgeworth Bess wore a scarlet tabby negligée,—a sort of undress, or sack, then much in vogue,—which suited her to admiration, and upon her head had what was called a fly-cap, with richly-laced lappets. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. ’ ‘But you must. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms.
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