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'Thy own tongue blister the roof of thy mouth!' cried Mrs. Glendinning, in a half-stifled, whispering scream. ''Tis not for thee, hired one, to rail at my son, though he were Lucifer, simmering in Hell! Mend thy manners, minx!'
And she left the chamber, dilated with her unconquerable pride, leaving Martha aghast at such venom in such beauty.
