She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. "—An answer for which he was immediately reprimanded by the court. She loved the market, the horses trotting about, the bishops forced to be on the same road with old washer-women, the fools begging for a Florin or a ducat. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. By-the-bye, do you recognize that?” Anna looked and gasped. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. " "Take time to consider of it," replied Wood sulkily, "there's no hurry. ’ ‘I’m coming to that.
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