"He is gone!" cried Mrs. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. Now, I'll be getting along.
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