While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. \"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left. Shotbolt," cried the turnkey, "I've good news for you. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. You are going to be generous and forgive. " "Not now," returned Thames, impatiently.
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