“Ass!” he went on, still warming. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. "Thank you, sir," said Spurlock, holding out his hand. "We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates," cried a dozen voices. I should as soon think of trusting a woman. "Do you think I would take a harlot to my bed, if it didn't suit my purposes to do so?" "He says right," replied Mrs. " In this temper, it will naturally be imagined, that Mrs.
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