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“I am so very, very sorry. Anna saw it, and for the first time found herself trembling. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. ’ ‘Miss Melusine Charvill,’ he repeated, ‘is a convent-bred genteel girl, who is in all probability the granddaughter of General Lord Charvill. They had refused. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. I told him the truth. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. “Now she’s all hat and ideas,” he said, with an air of humor. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. ‘She ought to be. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean.
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