She said”—Ann Veronica shivered again—“‘I hope it won’t make you uncomfortable, my dear’—like that—‘and whatever you do, do be careful of your hair!’ I think—I judge from her manner—that she thought it was just a little indelicate of us—considering everything; but she tried to be practical and sympathetic and live down to our standards. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. "I beg your pardon," he cried; "but really—ha! ha!—you must excuse me!—that is so uncommonly diverting—ha! ha! Do let me hear it again?—ha! ha! ha!" "Upon my word," rejoined Wood, "you seem vastly entertained by my misfortunes. He fixed it. Every one turned to her in astonishment. They had been married for well over one hundred years. The doctor sensed that his bolt had gone wrong, but he could not tell how or why. Wood trembled. “And yet I wonder whether the world ever held such another enigma in her sex.
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