"But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully. It simply doesn’t count. She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. Be honest, and you will be happy. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. She cried and sobbed in fits. She felt the whack from about six feet away, kitty corner. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading.
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