“I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table. "I'm sorry, Mr. ‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. Instead, you are willing to go to a place like that where you ought not to be allowed to think of showing yourself. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. " "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. "And, now,—to Newgate. He's a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern to his family, and an example to his neighbours.
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