"I'm tired of the life I'm leading. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. And then suddenly—a relief. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. ” The dinner was admirable as a dinner; nothing went wrong, from the golden and excellent clear soup to the delightful iced marrons and cream; and Miss Stanley’s praises died away to an appreciative acquiescence. 2. Her shoulders began to ache. " "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood.
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