Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. I think that a boarding-house is the very best place for a woman who wants to develop her sense of humour. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. His manner was deferential, even eager. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly. I am not angry with you, but with this—this—’ ‘Idiot? Imbecile?’ offered Gerald in a helpful tone. They would be quite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far more instructive. So long as she stood beside him, he was safe.
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