You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling.
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