He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would
make the chains of roses. "Who
knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it
up, he thrust it into his pocket. Can you wonder that I expect
you to fulfil yours?”
“I am not aware,” she answered, “that I have ever failed in doing so. Don’t look so
frightened. He was going to tell me something—
and he shut up. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. ’
‘This, monsieur le major, is entirely your own affair,’ said the lady, haughty
again. "
When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own
imagination, McClintock made a negative sign. "
"Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. Suddenly he felt Ruth swing violently away from him, and he wheeled to learn
the cause. At the bottom of the trunk I found two of my mother's
dresses.
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