“I do not know you,” she said coldly. ‘It must be painful. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am. " "Till midnight," replied Jack. " "It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not," retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden eloquence. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. You can enjoy him and then drink him up.
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