“Not a bit of it. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. “She has been to my flat before. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. But, after all, it will be different.
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