He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. But you must not imagine me wrapped in melancholy. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. “You are in luck, Miss Pellissier,” he declared. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. You observe that I am, as usual, fairly cheerful, and moderately amiable.
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