“I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. He should never sufficiently be able to regret the return which they had made to her. I’ve thought that out, and you must make up your mind to it. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold.
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