" "Dear me!" sympathised Mrs. Pitt, pointing to the prisoner. "By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. In the discussion there was the oddest mixture of things that were personal and petty with an idealist devotion that was fine beyond dispute. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. Oh, they are married fast.
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