Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degree disconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at home in a moment. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. Shall I bring off anything?" he added, looking eagerly round.
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