A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. ” There was a moment’s silence. The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Then she saw him. "I wouldn't give a betel-nut for a man who wouldn't stick to his guns, if he believed himself in the right. ” “You are,” he answered unconsciously. He looked no longer at his wife. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. The man’s passion was infectious. But come, sir. Or perhaps my father once. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish.
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