His age was not far from fifty. . "Take me, then," replied the widow. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the street. Sheppard, and regarding her with an insolent and threatening glance. "If you knew how much importance I attach to your answer," he continued passionately, "you would not refuse me one. You are taking it for granted that I am ‘Alcide. " "A friend is not so soon gained as lost," replied Wood; "but how has the prediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?" "I thought you would have guessed, Sir," replied the widow, timidly. " "There is a great art in it, if you did," quoth he. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm.
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