I don’t want any laws or freedoms to protect me from a man like Mr. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. There are a thousand questions I'd like to ask you, but I sha'n't ask them. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley.
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