CHAPTER XXV
Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his
knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. His
voice now had lost its ironies. . They had chosen to
deliberately and wickedly insult a lady who had done her best to entertain them
for many weeks. Nothing else matters. 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. "Help! help!"
"You call in vain," returned Kneebone. ‘But you,’ she said in the friendliest way imaginable, ‘are a person tout à fait
sympathique, I think.
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