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It was contrary to her nature to pretend anything
she did not feel, but it would nevertheless be a mistake to quarrel openly
with Vancouver.
"On second thoughts--if you would get me a glass of water"--she said,
speaking to him. He instantly disappeared; but even in the moment before
he departed to execute her command he had time to express by his look a
sense of injury forgiven, which did not escape Joe.
"What a hypocrite the man is!" she thought.
Vancouver on his part could form no conception of the cause of the
coldness the two ladies had shown him. He could not know that Joe had
discovered in him the writer of the article, still less could he have
guessed that Joe had told John, and that John had told Mrs. Sam. He could
only suppose that the two had been talking of something, and were annoyed
at being interrupted.
When he came back with the glass of water Mr. Biggielow had just brought
Joe some salad. The usual struggle began between the two men. Mr. Bonamy
Biggielow was a little poet.


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