Clotilde flew into a rage,
crying,
“How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their
mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. “I know that our social order is dreadful
enough,” he said, “and sacrifices all that is best and most beautiful in life. Then the dagger’s point came in a
whirling arc towards his face. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. She
stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. “I don’t know why. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. "
"Are you sure of that," inquired Jackson. I know not who you
are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. "Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. So I fear there's little chance of any one getting it.
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