" "I've had the hard work to do, at all events," rejoined Jack, "But I won't complain. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. The latch came with a weak click. Mr. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone. Think—think of that engagement!” Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger.
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