She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. It is enough to make
a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to
make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. Though encumbered by his
irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in
Annabel’s future. 207
She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times,
having long since forgotten his name. Not us. "I should be perfectly miserable if I thought
you in earnest. ”
“Then come back. "
"I will—I will," replied Wood hastily. I am sure that he can be got rid of. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his
associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. "
"Oh, no,—no," replied Mrs.
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