There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at
the business-like equipment of the room. ’
‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly
between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in
an attempt to earn my own living. He looked like
the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing
could be more miserable. Daughters were not like sons. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Many little things had contributed to that decision. "
"Doubt me not," replied Thames. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks
grew pale. They sat on a wooden
bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake,
deeper and not as frequented by geese. "
"I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead," murmured the
knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living.
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