To prevent the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper weights. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. He refused. “We are only in the dawn of the Age of Friendship,” he said, “when interest, I suppose, will take the place of passions. ” She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew her thin shoulders together in a shrug. Wood, terrified by the wildness of her looks. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. For a time he and Miss Klegg contradicted one another.
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