‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. " "She? My God, the pity of it! She knows nothing of life. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively. It is useless to talk. Forgetting her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse. "Concerning whom?" "Mrs.
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