He was looking pale and ill. . “Then why the devil,” he demanded, “do you let
me stand you dinners and the opera—and why do you come to a cabinet
particuliar with me?”
He became radiant with anger. "
"For me!" vociferated Mrs. . "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the
father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing
hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to
their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the
gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I
cannot submit to that. “Lucy, this isn’t funny anymore. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but
preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. ”
He repeated several times that he would trust her, though it remained obscure
just exactly where the trust came in. He does not look the criminal. But she was only able to save a corner of
the letter.
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