"I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival.
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