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. "At my first being acquainted with the place," says this writer, in the 'Miseries of a Prison,' "the prisoners, methought, walking up and down the Stone Hall, looked like so many wrecks upon the sea. He turned, expecting to see his wife. “Yes, he made them all. Glorious! The Pastoral. " Mrs. Spurlock began to munch his water-chestnuts. ‘C’est ridicule. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. ” “What!” he asked; “not a kiss?” She affected not to hear.
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