This gloom was impossible. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. But I am not worthy to be any man's wife —far less his wife. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. "Tut, tut! Don't exaggerate. There you are, the best client’s chair.
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