. " Spurlock lowered his voice. She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. I defy you to explain it away. Marry, come up! I'm not so easily deluded.
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