" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. There was hope for me then. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. He has been bottling it up all the way from West Kensington. But take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. Jackson had one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. ’ ‘I do not tell you why,’ the lady uttered flatly. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. “With regard to the conditions I mentioned,” Sir John continued, gaining a little confidence from Anna’s silence, “I think you will admit that they are not wholly unreasonable. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. This did not tickle his vanity; on the contrary, it enlivened his terror, which is a phase of fascination.
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