“A joke! Sir John, if you had presented yourself here an hour ago we should have greeted you in pained silence. ” He called for a hansom. Inquiring for Mrs. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. "Is this a season to speak on such a subject?" "Perhaps not," rejoined the woollen-draper; "but the uncontrollable violence of my passion must plead my excuse. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie.
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