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There was nothing to replace the all important letter from her father. “A volatile temperament—yes, a volatile temperament,” Mr. 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. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. Then it came to her with a shock, as an extraordinary oversight, that she could never tell Manning about Ramage—never. I have always hated it. Her head swam. She cried and sobbed in fits. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. ’ ‘Well, but he was a deserter, you see.
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