She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. “I will believe you. ’ ‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse.
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