She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. " "By no means," rejoined Wood, hastily. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. "I've lost my wager. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. He had not remembered her as looking so small.
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