He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. Wood trembled. There was no broken faith—not even any question of anything of the sort. Evidently her foresight has saved me a funeral. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. " "Well, you'll have lots of time down there. " "Merciful providence!" exclaimed the female. ’ The eyes flashed momentarily. I promise not to do it again. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly.
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