Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the swiftness of desperation. One of them was a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh forbidding features. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. “It is possible, mademoiselle,” he said, “that this affair is not yet ended. " "That I'll engage not to do. She had come to the end of her resources. You intrigue me. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg.
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