The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with
her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. “Under the Wilde Frau—which was named after you. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame?
Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his
resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. The cultivated indifference, which
was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. She had worried in fear that the excitement would be too much for him. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. Not that there had ever been any hope of that.
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