“I
suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. Had she expected to wed Valade herself?
Had the fellow broken a vow of betrothal, or abandoned her? He must find out
more. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and,
rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower
and broad roof, immediately in front of him. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. Do you know of what I speak?”
“I do, I do!” She said. '"
"'This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea. He
whispered in her ear. ’
‘Exactement. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret
convent, at least as a hiding place. He did
not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper. .
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