He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. " "On no account," rejoined Wood peremptorily. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his green chair and the other resting on the little table. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon.
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