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If you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. "Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan, sarcastically. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. "Ye-ah," said O'Higgins, jovially. “I wish you would not do it.
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