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’ ‘I do not marry a man who makes me a threat like this,’ she flashed. ” “Certainly,” Mrs. ” “Out with it, then,” he cried, almost roughly. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking beautiful flowers?” “Ah! If one could!” “While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let lodgings. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. ’ ‘I’m not going to release you, so it’s no use complaining. “Gods,” she said, at last, “I’ve done it this time!” “Well!” She took up the neat morocco purse, opened it, and examined the contents. Who is it?” The man came a little further into the room. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years.
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