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--I implore you don't argue--and at
this hour! When a woman touches on exegesis, on theology "--
"All I know upon those subjects you, dear, have taught me."
"Ah! well--ah! well"--the good man returned, at once mollified and
suspicious. For might not the compliment be regarded as something of a
back-hander? "We can defer our decision till to-morrow. Perhaps we had
better, as you propose, call together. I need not go straight to the
point, but watch my opportunity and slip in a word edgeways."
He audibly yawned--the hint, like the yawn, a broad one. The lady did
not take it, however. So far she had held her own; more--had nicely
secured her ends. But further communications trembled upon her tongue.
The word is just--literally trembled, for they might cause anger, and
James' anger--it happened rarely--she held in quite, to herself,
uncomfortable respect.
"I fear there is a good deal of objectionable gossip going about the
village just now," she tentatively commenced.
"Then pray don't repeat it to me, my love"--another yawn and an irritable
one.


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