" "So it seems," observed the woollen-draper, "and for every one else, too. Meysey Hill—never your wife. Capes was something superadded. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. Jack's body was caught, and passed from hand to hand over a thousand heads, till it was far from the fatal tree. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar.
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