F. Mr. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. That’s— that’s my private life. The idea of your being a failure would never have occurred to me. White leaned forward in her chair with an anxious smile designed to throw oil upon the troubled waters. His safety must be looked to.
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