She realized that with a pang of disgust and horror. Have you not tired of sadness and pain?” 81 She thought she could hear tears in his voice but would not look at him. . “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her.
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