"I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. “I wouldn’t. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers.
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