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I disremembered ob dat speritual ar . I is sorry you does n't like dese crockets , fur de madame made un wid her own clean red hands . '' `` Say white hands , you old limb of Satan , or I shall be after you with a mop , '' cried the laughing voice of Mrs. Raymond from the side of the sick woman 's bed , betraying at once how she had divided her attention . Then , advancing into my chamber , she added , as coolly as though she had been suggesting a visit to the theatre : `` Excuse me , Miss Monfort , for intruding , but I am about to ask you whether it would be agreeable to you to be married to-night at ten o'clock ? This seems very sudden , but circumstances have forced the arrangement on us all , and I assure you , from the bottom of my heart , it is for both of us the preferable alternative of evils , as poor Sir Harry Raymond would have said . Alas , my dear ! shall I ever again have such a helpmate as he was : so kind , so generous , so considerate '' -- and she clasped and wrung her large , rosy hands .