’ She sniffed and swallowed. Not to go to her is wickeder than if I had run away with my friend's wife. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. Why should they be? She and Ramage were friends, very good friends. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. “He can’t be more than thirty. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. “My mind is full of confused stuff,” he said at length.
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