The woman I wanted was another man's wife. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. “I am not in need of any. ’ The girl held out her hands. Kneebone—she was too well acquainted; having, more than once, been obliged to repel his advances; and, though his impertinence would have given her little concern at another season, it now added considerably to her distraction. Both husband and wife affected an unnatural ease of manner for the benefit of the efficient parlor-maid, who was putting the finishing touches to the sideboard arrangements. Blueskin therefore had nothing to stop him.
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