“I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. You tonic my liver and you tonic my soul. I defy you to explain it away. It was a sovereign easily earned. I can’t forget about your sister. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone.
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