"Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. " So saying, he scrambled over the rubbish, and got into the chimney. The next door neighbor's dog, chained outside, let out a single bark, but was silent as soon as she turned in that direction, instinctively afraid. You are not my husband. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. " So saying, he threw himself into a chair. Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. "Don't alarm yourself. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself.
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