And then you go—and half throttle me. He couldn't be in better hands than those in which he has placed himself. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. I will take her away and make her serve me as my wife. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered,—"Mr.
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