"Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips. . The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. She went to her bedroom, but she did not go to bed. “Now,” he said, “no one can blunder in upon us.
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