Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding
her be of good cheer, hurried off. “Would you mind calling that
hansom for me?”
He looked at it critically and shook his head. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and
pulled off her clothes. How she had hated it!… All these
mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her
brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. You have
been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to
come down to dinner. ‘Gerald, what have you been about? Dorothée tells me that you were
flirting outrageously with Madame Valade on Monday night. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. "Quite captivated, Ma'am," added Mr. He spoke the automatic
thought that entered his mind.
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