” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. ‘I try to be. ” He turned to the waiter, who held a wine-card. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. She had decided that she would spend the next morning answering advertisements in the papers that abounded in the writing-room; and so, after half an hour’s perusal of back numbers of the Sketch in the drawingroom, she had gone to bed. I do wish you could come and dine with us some evening. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses.
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