"It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. “I’d sooner condemn you to Hell. But she was not to be tempted. She had never seen so much food in her life as she saw at her own wedding feast. She had seen her really only at teas, with the Stanley strain in her uppermost. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. It's only a gentleman come to offer you his hand. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. He would always be her friend, too.
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