You will be—my wife. . ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. “It’s unforgivable of me to call, Miss Stanley,” he said, shaking hands in a peculiar, high, fashionable manner; “but you know you said we might be friends. The hour for which, presumably, she had been created was drawing nigh. “Last time I saw you,” he reminded her, “you spoke, did you not, of obtaining some employment in London. She seemed just as stiff and shy as a girl ought to be, Lady Palsworthy thought, neither garrulous nor unready, and free from nearly all the heavy aggressiveness, the overgrown, overblown quality, the egotism and want of consideration of the typical modern girl. You are in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed your destruction. The latter took from his pocket a small note-book and pencil. But Jonathan was not to be deterred. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle.
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