“Please, Michelle, let’s not fight. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. She breathed deeply. They were bathing in the stream. "Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. But his own ferocity was less now that she was disarmed. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. It is Thérèse.
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