“O sir, pray don’t talk in that way. I never said--I--I never thought--no, no; things would have been different, must have been different, if I had.” And the flush on Mrs. Bainbridge’s pale cheeks (she was a sickly-looking woman) grew deeper still, through the violence of her protest. “She died very quiet, poor dear,” the woman continued sadly, while the Colonel stood passively near her, biting with an embarrassed air the silver knob of the cane that he had flourished so debonnairily such a very short time before. “She wasn’t much put about, thank God; and it was a lonesome place, you know. Even the priest, Father Donovan, him as you may remember used to have stations twice a-year in the vi…
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