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She could not make up her mind
which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. "I have," replied Wild; "and nothing but the evidence of my senses would have
made me believe he was living, after the positive assurance I received to the
contrary. There was no way of recalling the words; so she waited. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. . I married—I
married a woman whom I still think one of the most beautiful persons in the
world. Wood, with a look meant to
reduce her supposed rival to the dust. Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir! To call
yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course of affection! Have you no
feeling for the situation of those poor disconsolate creatures, about to be
bereaved of all they hold dear? Is it nothing to part with a husband to the
gallows? I've lost four in the same way, and know what it is. He could not pull her soul apart now to
satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he
had put her outside that circle. CHAPTER XVII. "
"Well," replied her son; "and you spurn the proposal. ‘I find you excessively rude. “Think of what people will say!” That became a
refrain. Sir John once more looked around him.
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