"Let me see," replied Wood; "exactly twelve years ago last November. "Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. The heavy weapon thundered against the door; and it speedily yielded to their efforts. My wife—killed me. It was obviously pitched well, hitting her head at a good thirtyfive miles per hour. But you don’t particularly want to do the job that sets you free—for its own sake. There’s nothing happened at all!” She didn’t mean, he concluded, to give him any more trouble ever, and he was free to begin a fresh chromatic novel—he had just finished the Blue Lagoon, which he thought very beautiful and tender and absolutely irrelevant to Morningside Park—or work in peace at his microtome without bothering about her in the least.
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