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For a time Spurlock did not move. "But don't ever let me see them again. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. "Come here," said the petticoated tyrant. I am not a madman, or a pauper, or even an unreasonable person. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. " "Wretches!" screamed the lady; "don't dare to breathe your vile insinuations against me! Oh! Mr. Quilt was not long in following his example. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest.
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