‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. And I have no more the pistol. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. Are you sure you're not misinformed, Sir?" "I was in the Lodge at the time," replied the jailer. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. The raising of twenty-five pounds was a task altogether beyond her powers. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan.
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