‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. She dumped him because she claimed she didn’t want him to go any farther. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. Although she had refused to answer his impertinent questions. 104 < 14 > THE UNTIMELY DEMISE OF JOSEPH R.
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