Wood. I am the cause of his ill-usage. "Oh! Sir, if you'd seen her as I've seen her, you'd not wish her a continuance of misery. Her dress, it has just been said, was neatness and simplicity itself. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. Ah! but you can’t imagine what you are to me and what you mean to me! I suppose there is something mystical and wonderful about all women. ’ ‘How shocking. The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them.
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