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`Of course, Mr Hargrave; is he not my husband?' `Oh, Huntingdon, you know not what you slight!' he passionately murmured. I took up my baby and, wishing him good morning, departed, to indulge my thoughts unscrutinized, within the sanctum of my home. And was I glad?--Yes, delighted;--though I was angered by Arthur's conduct, and though I felt that he had wronged me, and was determined he should feel it too. |
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