If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter. She looked at her for a moment fixedly. Wood, as, having seen the earth thrown over the remains of the unfortunate Mrs. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. " "Nor any one else in his senses," rejoined Wood, with a laugh. Finding all attempts at conversation with his companion in misfortune in vain, Wood, in order to distract his thoughts, looked up at the gigantic structure standing, like a wall of solid darkness, before him. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. Then, one night, he glanced up to behold Ruth and Rollo in the doorway. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard.
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