‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. But it means no end of a row. ” He said as Cathy took his coat and alternately handed him back his bouquet of red roses. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. ’ To her astonishment, Gosse’s servile attitude vanished abruptly. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. “Oh, John, please!” “You are already leaving me.
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