As she approached, the carpenter's wife eyed her from head to foot, in the hope of finding something in her person or apparel to quarrel with. " "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. " "Alas!" cried Mrs. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically.
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