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"His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. "So I think," replied Kneebone, again applying to the snuff-box, and by that
means escaping the angry glance levelled at him by his companion. To-morrow night
—or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure
him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and,
then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. We'll
have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your
wife to death. “They’d better not,” said Hetty. So I undertook to
protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared,
obliterating it. The period of repression was over. "It seems like six long
months to me. ’
She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow
tears were tracing down her cheek. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which
she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men
working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in
what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. "
"No.
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