. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a sense of humour. ‘Well, if that’s what the good Lord wants, then you’ll just have to accept it. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished. She were that miserable.
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