I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. CHAPTER XV. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. I don’t have to take this shit. You are somebody’s secretary, are you not?” It was plain that the subject was distasteful to her, but Ennison, although famous in a small way for his social tact, did not at once discard it. To be sure, Ruth had dimly been aware of this; but now for the first time she was made painfully conscious of it. “You are a funny, a very funny young lady,” he said, “but we waste time here. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. ‘Because you are a bête, and a pig, and imbecile. I won't keep you long. ” Ennison laughed softly. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. I felt suddenly I understood you—as an intelligent person.
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