On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. A paralyzing horror was upon her. . "I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. Take that box, and put it into the carriage yourself. . .
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