She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. I'll lay my life he's gone. Towards this spot Mrs.
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