" "Mighty fine!" ejaculated Mrs. 1715. " "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already. "I don't know," she answered vaguely. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. ‘God loves you, even if your father didn’t. He wants you so, he is still a virgin. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. Mrs. "Well, who'd have thought of finding it in this unexpected way!" "Don't be too sure till you see it," said the widow.
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