" "It matters not what I think," replied Wild. “Thank you. ” Mrs. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. "Nor any one else, I suspect," answered Ireton, winking significantly. . ’ ‘Pah! How can it be romantic? That is silly. . Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. As this had been Mrs. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam.
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