Outside stood a
stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased
mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Sheppard. Earles watched her anxiously. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and
unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise
over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence
which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his
inclinations. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he
concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh
chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very
beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in
peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least. “Go on,” he said.
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