” “I am afraid,” she said, preceding him down the narrow stairs, “that I am going to be too busy to have much time for gadding about. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the swiftness of desperation. 126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. An old woman took her in. " "Never mind," returned the stranger, dismounting; "you'll recollect me by and by, I've no doubt. She could not help but swoon a little. Now I’d like the rest of your story. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. His tongue was more ready, his wit more keen than usual. That’s how it takes me.
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