"I'm sorry, Mr. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. "She has no secrets from me. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. ’ ‘A French ghost?’ ‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had rejoined, his tone affronted. He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. "A bad business this, Van," observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of the head.
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