“You should probably wash all of that stuff off of
yourself. Think—think of
that engagement!”
Their talk had come to eloquent silences that contradicted all he had to say. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless
world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want
things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing
happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. "Saved!"
"Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the
Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds
when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?"
"Who?" asked Wood. She stood up before him, smiling faintly. "
"You judged rightly," rejoined Jack; "I never yet broke an engagement with
friend or foe—and never will. ”
The lady in black satin appeared undecided. “Can you spare me a moment?” he asked. “Call it warning, if you like. ”
He hesitated, and went off at a tangent. Or else he
was indeed obsessed.
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