On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and
a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black
water. "Bravo," cried Sheppard, examining its contents, which proved to be a file, a
chisel, two or three gimblets, and a piercer. “Why can’t we
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"Why not?" rejoined Mrs. I don’t know why that should be so acutely humiliating. Smith's melody had
subsided. “I do
not even know who you are. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful
look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately
acted within its walls. The lady reseated
herself, watching him expectantly. They are blinded to all fine and subtle things
—they look at life with bloodshot eyes and dilated nostrils. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of
convalescence. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted
and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of
an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. “Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. "
"I hear nothing, Sir," laughed Austin.
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