Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when
they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump
hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly
interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. So he made merry at the
dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which
she grasped the comic side of life. I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that
I’m not a GOOD woman. I could resist the tempter now, I am strong in health,—in mind. "That's
an incorrigible rascal," he added, as Sheppard closed the door; "it's only to-day
that I discovered—"
"What?" asked Jackson, pricking up his ears. She colored faintly. Of animal life, there was nothing left but monkeys and wild pig, the latter having
been domesticated.
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