“I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. Gag him," he added, pushing Thames rudely toward Quilt Arnold, "and convey him to the boat. ’ ‘Yes, but what is it, Jacques?’ demanded the lady. She answered in whispers, for there was the white arm of a woman in the next box peeping beyond the partition within a yard of him. But from the first her rather old-fashioned conception of life had jarred with the suburban atmosphere, the High School spirit and the memories of the light and little Mrs. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. "Aha!" exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, "I've caught you,—have I?" The carpenter's daughter was fair and free— Fair, and fickle, and false, was she! She slighted the journeyman, (meaning me!) And smiled on a gallant of high degree. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. He had informed her that to leave him would be a choice to live a life of meager subsistence.
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