” She paused. Are you now satisfied?" "No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals. Just as soon as I deal with this little tramp, I’m going to divorce you and take every penny that you’ve ever made, including your pension and your measly inheritance from 125 your dishrag of a father!” Something in the little man’s mind snapped. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. Rain changed to hail, then 154 sleet, then snow. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the blows.
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