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"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. John did not see her until the last period. It had seemed to her that life might be very good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. “Do tell me all about it. She saw its depraved eyes, but worse were the glittering teeth as it smiled. But since you assure me you didn't write the letters, and Mr. ” “It’s so strange to think of you—troubled by such things. She started forward.
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