" "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, who had noticed the movement; "make such another attempt, and it shall cost you your life. She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. ‘The major thinks she’s worth it,’ put in Prudence quietly. All make the same answer—'d—n you, keep it. She pushed the former and it opened. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. ‘I know her, ma’am, but I know next to nothing of her story. She watched for five minutes until he completely disappeared over Pine Crest, past the yellow fire hydrant and the dented stop sign. "Are you not content with the crimes you have committed, —but you must carry your villany to this point.
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