Wood is now in very affluent
circumstances. Alice was going to
be Mrs. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining
some employment in London. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow
satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. You will do as I say, or—’
‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. Dizzily, she
grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no
heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Sweet sixteen year old Shari, who never
once figured out the morning sleep hangovers she
suffered monthly. The man lingered. And if the woman is not
a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. "
"By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. She had no place she loved. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters,
and ordered them to follow him. And she was as shrewd as
they come. A faint, delightfully humorous smile
parted her lips.
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