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The Evil Genius by Wilkie Collins
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"Indeed it does."

He made that considerate reply mechanically, as if thinking of
something else. She was afraid to tell him plainly that she saw
this; but she could venture to say that he was not looking well.
"I have noticed it for some time past," she confessed. "You have
been accustomed to live in the country; I am afraid London
doesn't agree with you."

He admitted that she might be right; still speaking absently,
still thinking of the Divorce. She laid the packet of letters and
the poor relics of the old song-book on the table, and bent over
him. Tenderly, and a little timidly, she put her arm around his
neck. "Let us try some purer air," she suggested; "the seaside
might do you good. Don't you think so?"

"I daresay, my dear. Where shall we go?"

"Oh, I leave that to you."

"No, Sydney. It was I who proposed coming to London. You shall
decide this time."

She submitted, and promised to think of it. Leaving him, with the
first expression of trouble that had shown itself in her face,
she took up the songs and put them into the pocket of her dress.
On the point of removing the letters next, she noticed the
newspaper on the table. "Anything interesting to-day?" she
asked--and drew the newspaper toward her to look at it. He took
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