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Disperse in every direction. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had
driven him back to the old coat. Hoddy! All her fears fell away. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. Conquer the difficult situation in which she
found herself. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her
youth and her ignorance. Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry
that was half-scream and half-howl. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. He had a
narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried
itself deeply in the wall. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. “I wondered. “I don’t want to take up your time.
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