Without Jack, it was certain that she faced danger if
she went outside Golden Square. All this muddle to placate his conscience!
"Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. Young and old were dressed in their gayest
apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance,
from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of
several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all
classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. She rose at once with a little
exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. He glanced at his watch. Where was the
message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do?
Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. That's my maxim; and it's the maxim of every honest
man. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew
to be like a disease, something to be cured. The three of them laughed joyously. So the young fool had not told her! McClintock had suspected as much.
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