Wood. He’d borne mention of the woman’s name. The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. “Quite right,” she said. She observed the tides, amazed by how high the water could rise, almost touching the tops of the cliffs. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out.
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