But a woman’s life is all chance. A nod was exchanged. “And this is Mr. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. Wood?" "With pleasure," replied the woollen-draper. Fascination. " "You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir," urged the widow. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. Fortescue raised his eyebrows and assumed a light-comedy expression. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his.
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