" "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. "But calm yourself, dear sister, or the interview will be too much for you. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. As he was conveyed thither, an incident occurred that produced a considerable impression on the feelings of the youthful offender. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. "Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson.
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