CHAPTER XVIII
The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss. "
"Get hence," continued Mrs. “I wish that I could forget it,” he said. ‘How could you? No wonder mademoiselle is angry with you. White will present her bill. ” She took his hand,
interrupting him. "Rowland," said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable
anxiety, "you have assured me that I shall behold my son. Martin’s parents looked at each other in embarrassed,
silent communication. But I do
not know you at all, in truth, and I do not understand why you do this. You
can do it, if you will. You guys don’t
fool around, that was one big Thanksgiving dinner. Any
financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological
treat. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved
forward, seizing her shoulders. The Lord have mercy upon
you!"
This ceremony concluded, the calvacade was again put in motion.
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