She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. "Oh! if I had known this," he exclaimed, "what guilt, what remorse might have been spared me!" "Repentance comes too late when the deed's done," returned Wild, bitterly. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. ‘His wife? Pah!’ ‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’ ‘I am saying nothing. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. ‘Many things he taught me. But he has since acquitted you of any share in it. ’ ‘Nonsense, it’ll give Pottiswick something genuine to complain about,’ said Gerald cheerfully, moving to the edge of the trees.
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