"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. “I’m not a good woman. And sometimes he overflowed with a peculiarly malignant wit that played, with devastating effect, upon any topics that had the courage to face it. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture.
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