Immeasurable disgust possessed her. Not I. Poor soul! she nearly died when she heard he had robbed his master; and it might have been well if she had done so, for she never afterwards recovered her reason. She hugged Lucy, who had finished eating. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. I throw up work—everything! I just teach in one school, one good school, three days a week. For a time he would be the grim Protestant Flagellant, pursuing the idea of self-castigation. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind.
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