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"Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. She could smell his cologne
underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. She had trouble outwitting him as he
seemed to predict her words before he said them. . Wood, with a look meant to
reduce her supposed rival to the dust. The odds were astounding and
yet he had it bad. ‘Her own,’ Gerald replied. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the
ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent
inhabitants of London. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water,
and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she
remained standing on her feet. In all her life no living
thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. At once there came an answering knock. Do you think we could
manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out of this box?"
"I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free," replied Thames, boldly. Winds
returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not
bloom.
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