He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. Just an idea of mine. Don't be frightened of her. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. He must never refuse her anything which was within his power to grant—anything (he modified) which did not lead to his motives. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. “Sydney is quite right, Miss Pellissier,” he said.
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