" "Your husband?" "No. "—An answer for which he was immediately reprimanded by the court. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. "Tell Mr.
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