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"Well, she's my wife, ain't she? " He put his hands on the handles of his barrow as though to take it away from one who could not see his point of view, wheeled it two yards, and stopped.
"It's no matter what I done to her. Look 'ere! " He turned his fish-white face, and his dead eyes came suddenly to life, with a murky, yellow glare, as though letting escape the fumes within his soul. "I ought to ha' put her to bed with a shovel long ago; and I will, too, first chance I get."