CHAPTER XXXII. ‘They lived with him, one after the other, for all the world as his
wife. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. . Nice
position. "What is it?"
"The night," she answered. But at
length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung
outward from the wall. Voilà tout. "
"I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly,
"but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation
that was more sickly than refreshing. They sat on a wooden
bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake,
deeper and not as frequented by geese. . "
"Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night," replied Jack. I would have heard her.
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