"See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. “You might have given me a chance, anyway. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another.
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