" "Well," said Sister Prudence, "remember, I tried to save you some future heartaches. . I don’t care WHAT happens. "Mistress!" said the apprentice, making a final appeal to Mrs. Sit down, I command you. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. . The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck. It was intolerable to think that he might overhear words and phrases. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed.
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