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" "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. "Otherwise you will not get your morning's sleep. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. Eggs were procured for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity becoming an injured lady of good family. He stood a little anxious and fussy, bothered by the responsibility of her, entirely careless of what her life was or was likely to be, ignoring her thoughts and feelings, ignorant of every fact of importance in her life, explaining everything he could not understand in her as nonsense and perversity, concerned only with a terror of bothers and undesirable situations. “Politics!” Ennison answered grimly. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. Day after day she pounded him with curses, saying that her mother looked down on him from Heaven and sent a curse, to which he laughed.
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