Gerald kicked the panelled wall in frustration. "Poor Mrs. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing. Just my room. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself.
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