" "I expect no commiseration," returned Mrs. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. I can't run in these heavy fetters. "I declare you throw me into an ague. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald.
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