" "Well, Sir," gasped Mrs. Last night Mr. It was necessary to think, and think quickly. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years. Now, you and I can gossip at a gate, and Honi soit qui mal y pense. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. She must weigh her situation.
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