She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. “We were bound to do this when you kissed me,” she sobbed through her tears. The tropical dawn is swift. I cannot let you go. Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled him with fresh apprehensions. Entering the house, he found himself in a narrow passage leading to the back stairs. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. ‘Do you know, Mademoiselle Charvill, you are a thought too clever for your own good. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father.
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