But she had found it very difficult. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. He took up his hat and went. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. But tell me how have you escaped from the confinement in which you were placed—come and sit by me—here—upon the bed—give me your hand—and tell me all about it. She disengaged her hands and stood up.
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