So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. A pretty piece. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment.
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