Wood. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. It is only the women matter. They blinded me. Sheppard," cried the carpenter's wife bitterly; "and, I repeat, Bedlam's too good for her. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured.
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