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" "I promise to ask no more. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. Or shall I ask Colonel Anson for a few hints?” “For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared. Those who lived outside the law might squabble among themselves, even unto death, Leonardo told her. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these bothers began. I know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you what hardships I have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have been reduced—and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake, —if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and the wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared the knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if you were told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation, which I feel would break my heart. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties.
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