He had shaved his side-whiskers and come over in flannels, but he was still indisputably the same person who had attended Ann Veronica for the measles and when she swallowed the fish-bone. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. " "'Bloody and deceitful men shall not live half their days'," said Wood, reading aloud another passage. ‘That piece of information seemed to interest him very much. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. ‘Nothing would do for her but to come here,’ grumbled Hilary, wiping his heated brow with a pocket handkerchief dragged from his immaculate white uniform breeches.
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