Once in the room, the door locked, the sense of loneliness had dropped away
from her as the mists used to drop away from the mountain in the morning. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in
civil warfare. Wood became sensible that he was not
alone. CHAPTER XXI. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of
inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. "You'll not be offended, I hope," returned Wood, drily, "if I say that your voice,
your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of laughing, put me
strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you term them,) who helped to
perpetrate the outrage I've just described. Somehow. Don't be
afraid, man,—off with it. I was rude and stupid. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I
think best. Brown or Jones, I dare say. ’
A scowl crossed the lady’s face.
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