CHAPTER IX.
WHAT BEATRICE DREAMED Geoffrey lay upon his back, watching the still patch of sunshine and listening to the ticking of the clock, as he passed all these and many other events in solemn review, till the series culminated in his vivid recollection of the scene of that very morning.
"I am sick of it," he said at last aloud, "sick and tired.

She makes my life wretched.

If it wasn't for Effie upon my word I'd.

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