“You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. Amidst it all, however, there were several light-hearted and laughing groups walking from cell to cell to whom all this misery appeared matter of amusement. Then she went up-stairs again, dressed herself carefully for town, put on her most businesslike-looking hat, and with a wave of emotion she found it hard to control, walked down to catch the 3. “Who are you?” She asked innocently. Some day I'm going to paint her; but that will be when I've retired.
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