" "Prolonging the misery. " "Poh, poh, my dear! Mr. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered. It isn’t the same thing. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. I had not been near the Royal Society since—since you disgraced me. My nerves are shaken. I am going to make a fresh start. All the turnkeys were assembled. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. ’ She was obliged to acknowledge the justice of this complaint, and moved further into the passage to allow the men access. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me.
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