“You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. ’ ‘But you don’t look anything like her,’ burst out Mrs Ibstock. “I’ve broken off my engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in her neck. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. I should like to have had you forgive me. Play fair with her. ” To her relief, Trodger sent one of his men posthaste to London with this missive, while the other went to fetch the horse, having been given precise directions on how to negotiate the passage so that he might find it at the other end. 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. And they never talked of anything at all, never discussed, never even encouraged gossip. ’ Miss Froxfield regarded him in some interest. “Nice sleeve,” she said, and came to his hand and kissed it. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. Can I be of any assistance? I can assure you that it would give me very much pleasure.
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