You don't want me to spoil the story, do you?" "No. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. "But bring your glim this way. “I do not know what you mean,” he said, “but if you are referring to any little coolness since our marriage let us never speak of it again. B. Here he was preparing to leap over the hedge into the fields on the left, when he was intercepted by two horsemen, who, hearing the shouts, rode up and struck at him with the butt-ends of their heavy riding-whips. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure.
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