She had nothing to say for herself. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed. His natal burr was always in evidence when he was sentimentally affected. For a long time he remained standing before the fire, staring at the situation. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. I thought Mr. Wood, glancing angrily at her husband. ‘She knows what she’s up against. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats.
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