Wood the best of
wives. It’s odd how
little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. He was more like a man who had left his bed in the middle of
convalescence. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the
heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was
little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. It had seemed to her that life might be very
good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. ’
‘Ah, that explains your surprise. "
"Ah! Did he tell you anything about himself?"
"Aside from that, no. ” She demanded. She pointed across the road. Her thoughts took words for themselves. It was you who were so much amazed that I did not
try—the music hall stage here. “My brother’s room when he comes home. "Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains.
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