Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. But one of these days everything will click back into place. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. 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. " "I'll go with you," said Blueskin. She caught at the idea. Drenched to the skin,—in fact, he had been lying in a bed of muddy water,—and chilled to the very bone, he felt so stiff, that he could scarcely move. "Where is he?" asked she, in an agitated whisper. The curtains which she had left drawn were open, and the electric lights were turned on. "Go in, to be sure, simpleton," replied Mrs. That turned her mind to the more generalized aspects of her perplexities again. He felt her relaxation and let go of her wrists.
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