For a stunned moment, Emile did not speak. “What a little brick!” he murmured. I am a single man, and——” “Thank you,” she interrupted. ” He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion. ” He left off abruptly. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. “May I enquire,” he asked smoothly, “in what way my appearance contributes to your amusement? If there is a joke I should like to share it. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. “Am I hurting you?” She asked.
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