modern. There are times
when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected
thing. "His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant
inspection, worried her. I’m leaving you, and you can’t stop me. I
thought one had only to take it by the throat. But, when I look upon his
innocent face, and see how like he is to his father,—when I think of that father's
shameful ending, and recollect how free from guilt he once was,—at such times,
Mr. ’
A twinkle crept into Mrs Sindlesham’s eye. . Perhaps the doctor, the manager and the girl were in collusion: perhaps they had
heard indirectly of the visit paid by Mr. Wood. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge
too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. “Come, we must go home and have some
luncheon. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. Still it was possible, and the difficulty was only a fresh incitement.
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