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Cathy Beck was terribly upset and was on the verge of exploding. " "Thames," said Sheppard in a low voice, as he threw a vindictive glance at the carpenter, "I shan't forget this. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. No, this was not reasonable. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be acquainted. Do you like duck?” “Sure. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter.
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