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‘
Ma
’
am
,
’
said
Goodwin
.
‘
If
you
only
knew
how
I
have
loved
that
man
—
’
‘
Don
’
t
distress
yourself
by
recollecting
it
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
the
bodyguard
.
Pott
looked
very
frightened
.
It
was
time
to
finish
him
.
‘
And
now
,
’
sobbed
Mrs
.
Pott
,
‘
now
,
after
all
,
to
be
treated
in
this
way
;
to
be
reproached
and
insulted
in
the
presence
of
a
third
party
,
and
that
party
almost
a
stranger
.
But
I
will
not
submit
to
it
!
Goodwin
,
’
continued
Mrs
.
Pott
,
raising
herself
in
the
arms
of
her
attendant
,
‘
my
brother
,
the
lieutenant
,
shall
interfere
.
I
’
ll
be
separated
,
Goodwin
!
’
‘
It
would
certainly
serve
him
right
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Goodwin
.
Whatever
thoughts
the
threat
of
a
separation
might
have
awakened
in
Mr
.
Pott
’
s
mind
,
he
forbore
to
give
utterance
to
them
,
and
contented
himself
by
saying
,
with
great
humility
:
—
‘
My
dear
,
will
you
hear
me
?
’
A
fresh
train
of
sobs
was
the
only
reply
,
as
Mrs
.
Pott
grew
more
hysterical
,
requested
to
be
informed
why
she
was
ever
born
,
and
required
sundry
other
pieces
of
information
of
a
similar
description
.
‘
My
dear
,
’
remonstrated
Mr
.
Pott
,
‘
do
not
give
way
to
these
sensitive
feelings
.
I
never
believed
that
the
paragraph
had
any
foundation
,
my
dear
—
impossible
.
I
was
only
angry
,
my
dear
—
I
may
say
outrageous
—
with
the
INDEPENDENT
people
for
daring
to
insert
it
;
that
’
s
all
.
’
Mr
.
Pott
cast
an
imploring
look
at
the
innocent
cause
of
the
mischief
,
as
if
to
entreat
him
to
say
nothing
about
the
serpent
.
