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But I will go. “She”, you say. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. ” She breathed an inner sigh of relief. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. ” She said fretfully. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. " "Worth anything?" "I don't know. " "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed.
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