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‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. Wood the best of wives. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. "Tell me that, and I will believe you. “I do not understand. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. But I've an idea as well as you, grounded in some measure upon Sheppard's story. The major might not indulge in this sort of flirtation in the ordinary way, but he had seen enough among his army colleagues to know just how to go about it.
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