" "But, Mr. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. Stanley took the letter and stood with it in his hand thoughtfully for a time. ’ He endured the inevitable scold with patience, saluted Mrs Chalkney’s faded cheek, and went off to endure the necessary delay with what patience he could muster. He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar and unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently exercise over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords and masters; an influence which seems not merely to extend to the will of the husband, but even to his inclinations. “Either I want to shout,” said Mr. I can fairly understand Ruth; but you…!" "Have you ever been so lonely that the soul of you cried in anguish? Twentyfour hours a day to think in, alone?… Perhaps I did not want to go mad from loneliness.
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