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I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. He renewed his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety, if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. "I'll take you into a Chinese home. ’ Then I kicked him until he was black and blue. She felt draggled and insulted beyond redemption. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. Has he not himself taken my daggers and my pistol and my knife? Alors, he has given me back my pistol and one dagger,’ she conceded conscientiously, ‘which is a very good thing. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. His salary was a few paltry hundreds a year. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr.
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