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“I don’t care. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were
something grisly. We have met
before. One mistress
enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him;
and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself
violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure!
And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr. Auntie has taken the nails out of my
palms, but the scars will always be there.
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