The Woman in White

Marian,” she said simply, as she pulled her sleeve down again. “It doesn’t hurt me now.”

“I will try to think quietly of it, my love, for your sake.—Well! well! And you told him all that Anne Catherick had said to you— all that you told me?”

“Yes, all. He insisted on it—I was alone with him—I could conceal nothing.”

“Did he say anything when you had done?”

“He looked at me, and laughed to himself in a mocking,


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Marian,” she said simply, as she pulled her sleeve down again. “It doesn’t hurt me now.”

“I will try to think quietly of it, my love, for your sake.—Well! well! And you told him all that Anne Catherick had said to you— all that you told me?”

“Yes, all. He insisted on it—I was alone with him—I could conceal nothing.”

“Did he say anything when you had done?”

“He looked at me, and laughed to himself in a mocking,


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