The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. If I'd not gone mad, they would have hanged me. "Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar.
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