He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. The woollen-draper was no despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. I’m sorry. White, my landlady, believes his story. ” “Far away?” “I have no idea,” Anna answered. 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. That there would eventually be a lover Ruth knew; and she waited his appearance upon the scene, waited with an impatience which was both personal and literary. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work.
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