A familiar figure was making his way towards them. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. "I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt. “But if my manner tells! I cannot help it if that shows. But this calm was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast. “I certainly knew him no better than you. Let me have a word with him, and you may take all the money. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to.
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