Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. "Hands off!" she exclaimed, "or you'll repent it. "Yes," answered the girl. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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