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And again she buried hers in her pocket-handkerchief.
"Handsome is as handsome does," said Miss Spruce; and there was that
in her tone of voice which seemed to convey much hidden meaning.
"Exactly so, Miss Spruce," said Mrs Lupex; "and that's my only
comfort at the present moment. Mr Cradell is a gentleman who would
scorn to take advantage;--I'm quite sure of that." And then she did
contrive to look at him over the edge of the hand which held the
handkerchief.
"That I wouldn't, I'm sure," said Cradell. "That is to say--" And
then he paused. He did not wish to get into a scrape about Mrs Lupex.
He was by no means anxious to encounter her husband in one of his
fits of jealousy. But he did like the idea of being talked of as the
admirer of a married woman, and he did like the brightness of the
lady's eyes. When the unfortunate moth in his semi-blindness whisks
himself and his wings within the flame of the candle, and finds
himself mutilated and tortured, he even then will not take the
lesson, but returns again and again till he is destroyed.


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