“I suppose, Mr. Well, I've had to be. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. “You see, it comes after all,” she continued, “from certain original convictions which have become my religion. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. "I don't think he would," acquiesced the carpenter. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right.
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