Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous. Wood started to his feet. Wood in the deepest mourning. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it. “Anna,” he said, “you make it all indescribably hard for me. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. Her mind left her.
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