I thought my sister and her murdered husband dragged me hither, to this very room, and commanded you to slay me. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes. “See you. . Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. But a total stranger, a man you never saw twentyfour hours ago! It can't be thought of.
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