No one. She drew it out
with shaking fingers. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with
their sneers and loud laughter. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’
She stamped her foot. “I am sure of it. Wild's figure. Love
lives on a higher plane. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. And if sometimes I grow heady—and it's in the blood—
remind me of this day when you took me out of hell—a thief. You should go
home today and get some rest. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was
difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. How I could have been such a fool I’ll
never know. Wood
dandled his little charge to and fro, after the most approved nursery fashion,
essaying at the same time the soothing influence of an infantine melody proper
to the occasion; but, failing in his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as
we have before hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted
the unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he
had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. ‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend. He
claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a marriage certificate.
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