“You can’t imagine,” he said, “what a beastly thing a furtive love affair can be. "Mrs. Womanhood is sacred to me. "Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. It’s Providence. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. ‘It is the life I know. “And if she can’t have the right one? “We’ve developed such a quality of preference!” She rubbed her knuckles into her forehead. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting.
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