The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh. “To me it seems serious enough. She is no longer mine; she is yours. Nothing is settled upon.
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