Either Sydney or Mr. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. "
"Ah! Did he tell you anything about himself?"
"Aside from that, no. From what do you wish to be
rescued?’
The girl fluttered her eyelashes, sighed dramatically and spread her hands. I cannot live
without you, Anna. "
"My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—"
"Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’
A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. He removed his
cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing
himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed
on her face. I want to give you
warning that I have set myself to solve it. Poor
girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the
allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. Paris looms behind—a tragedy of strange
recollections—here she emerges Phœnix-like, subtly developed, a flawless
woman, beautiful, self-reliant, witty, a woman with the strange gift of making all
others beside her seem plain or vulgar.
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