Just a friendly polite suggestion. "But you mustn't indulge
these gloomy thoughts. . Mr. Spare him!—pity me!"
With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs,
when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy
footsteps entering the house. 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. She lingered over
donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and
placket, double knotting her long scarf. ‘Leonardo again,’ he growled. Rain changed to hail, then
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sleet, then snow. "Don't touch
me. 'Mrs. ” She
spoke rather quickly, because she found her father’s question the most awkward
she had ever had to answer in her life. "
"You're a noble-hearted little fellow, Thames," rejoined Wood, casting a look of
pride and affection at his adopted son, whose head he gently patted; "and give
promise of a glorious manhood.
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