" "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. "You will find her new. Certainly I never met him. But you, Ferringhall, our pattern, an erstwhile Sheriff of London, a county magistrate, a prospective politician, a sober and an upright man, one who, had he aspired to it, might even have filled the glorious position of Lord Mayor— James, a whisky and Apollinaris at once. "You won't refuse it, Mr. ” He coughed gently. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before her. " "Ah!" ejaculated the widow, hiding her face. That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule. ’ ‘Couldn’t help but do so, ma’am,’ said Mrs Ibstock. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light.
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