At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. S. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. . He then said that if she would not obey him in this course she should “never darken his doors again,” and was, indeed, frightfully abusive.
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