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This was a
much more serious task than he anticipated. ”
“I am not sure whether I feel inclined to scold or thank you,” she declared. She seized the
key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the
handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Adieu! my
charmer. Woman's love of silk
is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman
will have her bit of silk. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. you walking home?\"
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She paused, stunned. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. He was a
thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in
any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always
been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. "Is your person in danger?"
"Not from my creditors," replied Wood, significantly. ‘Lover’s tiff indeed.
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