"If you doubt my word, woman," replied the carpenter's wife, coldly, "ask Mr. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh. "I think the natives saw you coming out of the lagoon, one dawn. The thought of beauty became an obsession.
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