I took the usual way home. Anna, who had sung
the first verse of her song, looked around the house, a little surprised at the
absence of the applause which had never yet failed her. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate. ’
‘Unfair!’ echoed his junior. . But what the deuce! He was human;
he was a machine only when on the hunt. "Perhaps. ”
“But why?”
“He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. "
"My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—"
"Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry.
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