The Craze of Christina — page 133: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. © 129 CHAPTER a. Curis, by the mere act of silence, had driven her admirer pretty nearly to desperation. Clif- ford had fallen a victim to the disease of love with a rapidity and a completeness which were truly astonishing. He could neither eat nof sleep; he could think of nothing else, night and day, but of Miss Ashley’s secretary; nor had he the wit to conceal the fever that consumed him from the watchful eyes that were ever upon him; he seemed in fact to be lost to all con- siderations of prudence and of wisdom. Yet Docker had spoken to him last night in a manner which was sufficiently significant. His scarcely tasted dinner had just been cleared away and Docker was putting the wine and walnuts on the table before him when, with that introductory ‘‘ahem’’ in the hollow of his” hand which preluded his most disagreeable utterances, he proceeded to give him a few se- rious words of warning. ‘‘ITam sorry to have to mention it, Mr. Clif- ford,’’ he said, ‘but there have been most un- pleasant remarks made to me to-day.”’ GComichooks. co