" "You mustn't think of that, Mrs. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream. A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard. He’s been near it once or twice already. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. Wood obeyed. ‘It is not possible. At last he could bear it no longer. ” “Then may I come to the study to-night—after dinner?” “I’m—BUSY!” “It’s important. Nor was this impression removed as he stole a glance at Mrs.
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