" "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. ’ ‘Please forgive, milor’, but my wife, and even I myself, have yet very much trouble with English. Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. Melusine ripped at the buttons of the garment, dragging it open and away, and gasped at the massive red stain on his shirt. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet.
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