“We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. The intoxicating sense of novelty had given place to a more business-like mood. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. “I trust,” he said, “that you will recognize the justice of these conditions. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. No pistols, no daggers today?’ ‘Would you have me show a pistol with so many soldiers? I am not a fool. . You go home and live on the G. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. ‘This is insupportable.
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