I
shall not let you go till I am quite sure. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do
you take me?’
‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. God bless you, Auntie! I'll go
into the mills and make pulp with my bare hands, if you want me to. Men have seen to that. ”
“You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your
husband?”
“Yes. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she
was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. And, though the villain can't see his
orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will. Give me my pistol and
my dagger. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding
her be of good cheer, hurried off. 192
Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. He went
more easily this time. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. He looked no longer at his wife.
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