"I beg your pardon," he cried; "but really—ha! ha!—you must excuse me!—that is so uncommonly diverting—ha! ha! Do let me hear it again?—ha! ha! ha!" "Upon my word," rejoined Wood, "you seem vastly entertained by my misfortunes. Ever since the young police officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started ticking faster. Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday. Sydney Courtlaw—Mr. Shoplatch. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. A maidservant held the front door open. He reeled, and crashed to the floor. "Yes, Auntie! And to date you have cost me precisely sixteen thousand dollars— hard earned, every one of them. “I knew I should have died!” She went fast into a state of shock. Then a hansom drove up, and his heart gave a great leap. ” She lied.
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