“What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. ’ ‘I presume you were not with her in France?’ Kimble stared. ” It was certain that he was not there. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. On the Day he had trumpet-like outbreaks of cordiality, varied by a watchful preoccupation. Somehow to-night—I don’t know. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself.
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