Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. Spurling," said Jonathan, who overheard the whisper, "you owe your situation to me. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her.
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