"Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. . The little pucker in her brows became more perceptible. . A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself.
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