Part 2 She found the younger generation of the Widgetts engaged in languid reminiscences, and all, as they expressed it, a “bit decayed. I’m leaving you, and you can’t stop me. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers, the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. ‘But I will tell you this, mon vieux. He’s riding down the drive. I can't concentrate on my work. As he gazed down into the courts of the prison, he could not help shuddering, lest a false step might precipitate him below. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure! And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr.
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