“I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. I shall always be kind to him; I sha'n't bait him. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him.
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