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Every drop of blood in her body glowed and
expanded. ”
“But why?”
“He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. “What can I do?”
“Go and see her. ’
The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. ‘Both of them so wise after the event. She was faint from
hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood
madness readying for battle. Not that it would make any difference if he
was alive still. He murmured his delight, and joined the bridge party, where he played with less
than his accustomed skill. "It is never too late. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. You’re all dependents—all of you. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and
unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise
over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence
which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his
inclinations. So the charge was dismissed.
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