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‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. Do you know of what I speak?” “I do, I do!” She said. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out. Mrs. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right.
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