"My portrait!" echoed Jack. Her time and effort was justly rewarded, because the hard cold facts she knew about neighborhood intrigues were better than fictional soap operas. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. You are my wife now and you belong to me. And when I have steeped him to the lips in vice and depravity; when I have led him to the commission of every crime; when there is neither retreat nor advance for him; when he has plundered his benefactor, and broken the heart of his mother—then—but not till then, I will consign him to the fate to which I consigned his father. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other.
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