“Ugh!” she said. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. ” She commented, only to herself. Agreeably he helped her take the shirt off. She had no idea what she should do. His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. “You were married to him!” “It could not be legal,” Annabel moaned. “Marriage certificates don’t tell lies, at any rate,” he said. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her. His client’s story is safe with him. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance.
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