She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. I want to be myself. “That’s all,” she said “I’m afraid I’m a little confused about these things.
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