‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. “You no longer belong to Gianfrancesco. Now you can understand why every minute is a torture to me. Wasn’t it—a little bit of a scene?” “Oh! let me see. " "Very right, my love," said Wood, "very sensibly remarked. Not all of us, but some of us. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. Mr.
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