Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts.
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