“She’s my wife,” the man muttered. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and
played the pieces. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience
when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger
him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. Then for a time she sat very still. He delayed the blow till the
fortunate conjuncture was past. Men were going
hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish,
and trying to support the tottering habitations. God only
knows what I have done, or left undone. Just a formal marriage. So frightful, indeed, were the ravages of this malady, to
which debtors and felons were alike exposed, that its miserable victims were
frequently carried out by cart-loads, and thrown into a pit in the burial-ground of
Christ-church, without ceremony.
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