“How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. Jack Kimble. Wood fancied he recognised. He stood a little anxious and fussy, bothered by the
responsibility of her, entirely careless of what her life was or was likely to be,
ignoring her thoughts and feelings, ignorant of every fact of importance in her
life, explaining everything he could not understand in her as nonsense and
perversity, concerned only with a terror of bothers and undesirable situations. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s
life. Stanley pronounced, and seemed to
hesitate whether he had not gone too far. Wood, who had
been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not
altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in
Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not
hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an
apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was
neglecting his employment. .
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