It doesn’t seem to matter. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed herself fervently to her devotions. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure.
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