She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. The procession now wound its way, without further interruption, along Holborn. “I can say no more. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. 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. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. “I don’t know, John, but I think there is something going on with Michelle. I ——” He stopped short. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm.
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