Wood heard the cry. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. It was Doctor Ralph, formerly the partner of Doctor Stickell in the Avenue, and now with a thriving practice of his own in Wamblesmith. Never! Perhaps some day, quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. ’ Gerald was relieved to find the girl did not attempt to run away, but meekly allowed him to usher her into the spacious and comfortable library which was his habitual haunt when at home. He was damned if he knew what to do. She had once reconciled in her mind that she was happy as long as she had him. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. .
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