Immediately he was gone, she regretted that she had not followed. The tears flowed faster. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. " The latter part of this speech was delivered with so much significance of manner, that a bystander might have inferred that Mr. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them.
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