" "I'll tell you what I'll do," rejoined the other. " "It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not," retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden eloquence. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or timorously or sentimentally. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return. “Did you—did you really think that they would take you for a Frenchman?” she exclaimed. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street. I have fulfilled my part of our marriage contract.
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