I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. For a space he rode the whirligig. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. I know what I am doing better than you do. —'How so?' says I. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. He could scarcely blame her.
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