‘And I trust you will pardon my inadequacies. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. 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.
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