EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703. This is grace I am saying! Oh! my dear! all the joy and weeping of life are mixed in me now and all the gratitude. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. I bent over him.
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