A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. She was dressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. ‘It must be painful. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. In the next box hangs the rope by which he suffered. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason. Laughed at me, then. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit.
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