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"
By
the
way
,
"
her
husband
said
at
our
next
meeting
,
"
that
rocking-horse
I
told
you
of
cost
three
guineas
.
"
"
She
has
gone
to
the
shop
to
ask
?
"
"
No
,
not
to
ask
that
,
but
for
a
description
of
the
purchaser
's
appearance
.
"
Oh
,
Mary
,
Mary
.
Here
is
the
appearance
of
purchaser
as
supplied
at
the
Arcade
:
--
looked
like
a
military
gentleman
;
tall
,
dark
,
and
rather
dressy
;
fine
Roman
nose
(
quite
so
)
,
carefully
trimmed
moustache
going
grey
(
not
at
all
)
;
hair
thin
and
thoughtfully
distributed
over
the
head
like
fiddlestrings
,
as
if
to
make
the
most
of
it
(
pah
!
)
;
dusted
chair
with
handkerchief
before
sitting
down
on
it
,
and
had
other
oldmaidish
ways
(
I
should
like
to
know
what
they
are
)
;
tediously
polite
,
but
no
talker
;
bored
face
;
age
forty-five
if
a
day
(
a
lie
)
;
was
accompanied
by
an
enormous
yellow
dog
with
sore
eyes
.
(
They
always
think
the
haws
are
sore
eyes
.
)
"
Do
you
know
anyone
who
is
like
that
?
"
Mary
's
husband
asked
me
innocently
.
"
My
dear
man
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
know
almost
no
one
who
is
not
like
that
,
"
and
it
was
true
,
so
like
each
other
do
we
grow
at
the
club
.
I
was
pleased
,
on
the
whole
,
with
this
talk
,
for
it
at
least
showed
me
how
she
had
come
to
know
of
the
St.
Bernard
,
but
anxiety
returned
when
one
day
from
behind
my
curtains
I
saw
Mary
in
my
street
with
an
inquiring
eye
on
the
windows
.
She
stopped
a
nurse
who
was
carrying
a
baby
and
went
into
pretended
ecstasies
over
it
.
I
was
sure
she
also
asked
whether
by
any
chance
it
was
called
Timothy
.
And
if
not
,
whether
that
nurse
knew
any
other
nurse
who
had
charge
of
a
Timothy
Obviously
Mary
suspicioned
me
,
but
nevertheless
,
I
clung
to
Timothy
,
though
I
wished
fervently
that
I
knew
more
about
him
;
for
I
still
met
that
other
father
occasionally
,
and
he
always
stopped
to
compare
notes
about
the
boys
.
And
the
questions
he
asked
were
so
intimate
,
how
Timothy
slept
,
how
he
woke
up
,
how
he
fell
off
again
,
what
we
put
in
his
bath
.
It
is
well
that
dogs
and
little
boys
have
so
much
in
common
,
for
it
was
really
of
Porthos
I
told
him
;
how
he
slept
(
peacefully
)
,
how
he
woke
up
(
supposed
to
be
subject
to
dreams
)
,
how
he
fell
off
again
(
with
one
little
hand
on
his
nose
)
,
but
I
glided
past
what
we
put
in
his
bath
(
carbolic
and
a
mop
)
.
The
man
had
not
the
least
suspicion
of
me
,
and
I
thought
it
reasonable
to
hope
that
Mary
would
prove
as
generous
.
Yet
was
I
straitened
in
my
mind
.
For
it
might
be
that
she
was
only
biding
her
time
to
strike
suddenly
,
and
this
attached
me
the
more
to
Timothy
,
as
if
I
feared
she
might
soon
snatch
him
from
me
.
As
was
indeed
to
be
the
case
.
