But he knew. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when
they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump
hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly
interested graciously vouchsafed her assent. Her fancy dress, save for
the green-gray stockings, the pseudo-Turkish slippers, and baggy silk trousered
ends natural to a Corsair’s bride, was hidden in a large black-silk-hooded operacloak. They were drenched with water
and suds. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the
Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus
and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. Sheppard.
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