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“Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse
me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. “Quite on my own,” she said. ’
‘But it is stupide. Spurlock relaxed, suddenly, and sank deeply into his pillows. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the
silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. "
And he pointed significantly to the hand. A woman
indeed this to love and be loved, beautiful, graceful, gay. Marry, come up! I'll show him what an injured wife can do. ”
So only a few minutes after Ennison’s departure, while Anna stood indeed with
her sister’s open letter still in her hand, Courtlaw drove up in hot haste. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that
did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining
dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened
by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea
blossom.
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