‘You have a knack of saying just the wrong thing. “Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. " The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger, put it very coolly in his pocket. And it is your own fault that your husband dallies with me. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back.
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