You are your own Heaven and your
own Hell, Lucy. "These
packets will establish Thames Darrell's birth, win him his inheritance, and
procure him the hand of Winifred Wood. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost
hysterical. I don’t wish to marry you at all. But
you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. Yet here you are,
and at precisely the right moment, too. I'll
be feeling fine in no time. ”
The talk was animated, and remained always brilliant in form even when it
ceased to be brilliant in substance. ”
“You gave it him well. "Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none when
they die," observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on the plump
hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of which the party chiefly
interested graciously vouchsafed her assent.
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