The shops were lighting up into
gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she
had lost her way. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. With a gesture which was without any
kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure
on the floor and gave the room number. Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he
saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just
stepped. "Can you not love him?"
"Love him!" echoed the widow. "
"Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that. "
At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. Ah!"
he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!"
He touched it, and the door flew open. Listen to me, Winifred. ”
He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion. “By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “do you know that I am a very great
admirer of your sister’s? I wonder if she has ever spoken to you of me. "You are out betimes this morning, Mr. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches.
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