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"Nay, nay. She is still very weak and nervous."
"She wants to go to London."
"Let her go."
"But I must speak to her before she goes."
"In a few days."
"Sewell, I thank you. I know now what I have to meet. It is the grief
_not sure_ that slays hope in a man."
"To be sure. Does Mrs. Stephen Hatton know of your wife's practices?"
"No. I will stake my honor on that. She may suspect her, but if she was
certain she would have spoken to me."
"Then it is her own mother, and most likely to be so."
It was noon before John reached Hatton mill. He had received a shock
which left him far below his usual condition, and yet feeling so cruelly
hurt and injured that it was difficult to obey the physician's request
to keep his trouble to himself for a few days.
CHAPTER VIII
THE GODDESS OF THE TENDER FEET
The goddess Calamity is delicate ...her feet are tender. Her feet
are soft, for she treads not upon the ground, she makes her path
upon the hearts of men.--PINDAR.
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