"Is there anything wrong with it?" "Wrong? Why, you have been imposed upon somewhere. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. ‘I do not know how you think you may help me,’ she said slowly. Nor did he content himself with declaring his guiltlessness of the crime imputed to him, but began in his turn to menace his captor and accuser, loading the latter with the bitterest upbraidings. I don’t see how they can be. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but it soon wears off. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel.
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