No more scuffling. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. “I’ve been thinking of you all night,” she answered. Supper was over. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. “Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. It is better that you go away now, I think. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. "I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. It could not go on much longer, her luck.
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