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Text for Page 207 [05-31-1853]

              her, all with oaths and approbrium.       She attempted to
leave the room,  he locked the door.   Then came the charge
of impurity, and she maddened by it leap�t out on to
the parapet and there sate in night attire in the driving 
rain and midnight till � the child cried, and Whytal�s 
entreaties added, she came down to that most wretched mar-
riage room.           So stands it, no word having passed since.
She says, and meaningly enough, with these great dark eyes
that she Hates him!           And more terrible still, owned
as it was with shame and tears � O unhappy girl!    that
his love is more dreadful than his hate.       The tie between
them, and the damned marital rights he coarsely enow
wills to have � O horrible!                 Oh Lotty, little
bright eyed, sweet voiced, wilfully childish Lotty that you
should live to this!         What chance is there, separation
with a lonely life and stigma clinging to her name,
or to jar and hate on; � or, but no � there�s scarce
hope she will, she can change, and so each wear the
chain more easily.       /           Much I said to her, more true
strong, earnest sorrowful words than perchance she ever heard in
her life.        Me, at least she shall not have to think of as
one of the crowd of inanities and trashinesses which have
warped and stifled her true nature.               
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