There were shadows under his eyes. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. They had a universe to talk about—two universes. He claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a marriage certificate. And by degrees, perhaps, that maiden distrust of yours that makes you shrink from my kisses, will vanish. CHAPTER XXXI. Wood rushed instantly to meet them.
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