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I suppose because it IS the chief thing in life. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. ‘Moi, je vais vous tuer!’ ‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. ” He took up his hat. ’ She gave him a straight look.
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