During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. She could no longer wait. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. Wood. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. We are linked together in this matter, and must go through with it. His eyes were narrow with desire like a panther’s as he grinned at seeing her visibly satisfied.
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