" "Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. ” “It ought to make one happy. ‘Precisely. She never grew angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incompetent servant who was always snooping about in the inner temple—Spurlock's study. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. Death belongs to God, young man. At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue.
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