"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. "Ay, robbed him," reiterated Jonathan. ” She looked at him, pleading, miserable in her fancy gown. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. ’ Releasing her, he turned and walked swiftly towards the door. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels.
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