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My nerves were in rags. ‘This is insupportable. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. Somehow logic could not explain her.
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