The venturous climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he stepped out more boldly. There was little fighting spirit here. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient.
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