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Wood wound it up by a description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope to his merriment. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. "Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. She came in now with an air of reserved solicitude. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. “How?” 106 “The other person makes the mistake of going to sleep. He waved to her. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. Could she hold him and manage the reins? If only Gerald had not gone. But in his presence a wall of diffidence and timidity encompassed her. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated.
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