Her foster
father had been outside for most of the morning, working
on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. "It is", seplied Winifred; "have you brought any tidings of Thames Darrell!"
"Troth have I!" replied Terence: "but, bless your angilic face, how did you
contrive to guess that?"
"Is he well?—is he safe?—is he coming back," cried the little girl, disregarding
the question. " And he looked at the
moment as if he had lost all desire to know it. "Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. We
are alone and we can say and do what we please. . ‘His wife?
Pah!’
‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’
‘I am saying nothing. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. Sheppard, with a deep sigh,
perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word.
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