So far the boy's mind
was clear. 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. Melusine grasped the hilt of the sword she had been carefully
holding, and came out into the light. ‘What in God’s
name do you think you’re playing at?’
‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. The likeness was
ridiculous. Luck. I want you to turn
me. But I've stacks of books and a grand
piano-player.
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