’ He received a glare from his captive. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. She bounced onto her bottom. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. She ought to be softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. He would have to go on; he would be forced to enact all the obligations he had imposed upon himself.
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