" "That's the way it goes. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. Wild of the circumstance. Gerald’s chest tightened. Cheveney strolled up, a pipe in his mouth. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. ’ ‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. It is bad policy. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. ” “As one friend to another. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment.
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