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Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir! To call yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course of affection! Have you no feeling for the situation of those poor disconsolate creatures, about to be bereaved of all they hold dear? Is it nothing to part with a husband to the gallows? I've lost four in the same way, and know what it is. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. “Yes I did. “One has to live and learn,” she remarked, with a passable imitation of her father’s manner. I wouldn't keep an apprentice to set my authority at defiance. "This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. She had maintained a B in each subject except History, which she occasionally felt compelled to strive for A’s in, considering she had lived through most of it. Ask your own conscience. Take it, I tell you. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat.
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