"And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. He leapt down into the haha surrounding the terrace, and saw that the nun was there also and backing towards him, anxiously checking now and then above the level of the terrace. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. Mr. Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary finery. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Nor must it be imagined, that while he thus exercised his teeth, he neglected the flagon. There were the burnt papers still in the grate.
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