The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. With the aid of a penknife he ripped the shoulder seams and drew out the ten one-thousand dollar bills. I told her it was the end. I can assure you, I wouldn’t be single again for worlds. No one in the world is beyond the shaft of scandal— we all catch it terribly sometimes. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. He sat before a desk littered all over with papers and official looking documents. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. Mrs.
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