They’ll know. She pointed. Spurling,
who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching
the arm of her expected husband. Wood, who had
been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not
altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in
Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not
hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an
apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was
neglecting his employment. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for
the direction of the sound. She chastised
herself for thinking of her husband and lord as being
weak. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t
even interested in you. Beneath the
shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of 'St. She stepped back quickly, and her
hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just
suggested it. Don't
unman him.
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