It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. “Go from me, husband!” With a flourish he brought her arms behind her and her body was slammed to the floor. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends.
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