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"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. Having worked thus for another quarter of an hour without being sensible of fatigue, though he was half stifled by the clouds of dust which his exertions raised, he had made a hole about three feet wide, and six high, and uncovered the iron bar. It was a duel, you understand, and that is not permitted. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. ‘I do not understand you.
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