She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. “You are really a good Samaritan,” she declared. "Look quick, d—n you, or we shall never master him!" "Murder!" shrieked Mrs. I have never wept since that day. By his side sat a remarkably stout dame, to whom he paid as much attention as it was in his iron nature to pay. CHAPTER XXVII. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. ” A momentary bitterness crept into Anna’s tone.
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