‘I said you were sympathique,’ she told him. "I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. She understood. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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