Her dainty shoes were soiled with dust and there was a great tear in her skirt. You will be my witness, Madame Joan. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts.
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