I don’t mean I’m not a good woman—I mean that I’m not a GOOD woman. " "Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. Her first impulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her arm was grasped by some one in the act of ascending the ladder from without.
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