{"id":"01KG8AN10Z36PHPH3M35PANAFQ","cid":"bafkreidapusjyz7hvpuv6y74k75g3r4heohspyjw7zwidc5vtplomp44bq","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":8771,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.921Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":8684,"text":"\"It is the hour of woe to thee; and I confess my cloth hath no\r\nconsolation for thee yet awhile. Permit me to withdraw from thee,\r\nleaving my best prayers for thee, that thou mayst know some peace, ere\r\nthis now shut-out sun goes down. Send for me whenever thou desirest\r\nme.--May I go now?\"\r\n\r\n\"Begone! and let me not hear thy soft, mincing voice, which is an infamy\r\nto a man! Begone, thou helpless, and unhelping one!\"\r\n\r\nShe swiftly paced the room again, swiftly muttering to herself. \"Now,\r\nnow, now, now I see it clearer, clearer--clear now as day! My first dim\r\nsuspicions pointed right!--too right! Ay--the sewing! it was the\r\nsewing!--The shriek!--I saw him gazing rooted at her. He would not speak\r\ngoing home with me. I charged him with his silence; he put me off with\r\nlies, lies, lies! Ay, ay, he is married to her, to her;--to\r\nher!--perhaps was then. And yet,--and yet,--how can it be?--Lucy,\r\nLucy--I saw him, after that, look on her as if he would be glad to die\r\nfor her, and go to hell for her, whither he deserves to go!--Oh! oh! oh!\r\nThus ruthlessly to cut off, at one gross sensual dash, the fair\r\nsuccession of an honorable race! Mixing the choicest wine with filthy\r\nwater from the plebeian pool, and so turning all to undistinguishable\r\nrankness!--Oh viper! had I thee now in me, I would be a suicide and a\r\nmurderer with one blow!\"\r\n\r\nA third knock was at the door. She opened it.\r\n\r\n\"My mistress, I thought it would disturb you,--it is so just\r\noverhead,--so I have not removed them yet.\"\r\n\r\n\"Unravel thy gibberish!--what is it?\"\r\n\r\n\"Pardon, my mistress, I somehow thought you knew it, but you can not.\"\r\n\r\n\"What is that writing crumpling in thy hand? Give it me.\"\r\n\r\n\"I have promised my young master not to, my mistress.\"\r\n\r\n\"I will snatch it, then, and so leave thee blameless.--What? what?\r\nwhat?--He's mad sure!--'Fine old fellow Dates'--what? what?--mad and\r\nmerry!--chest?--clothes?--trunks?--he wants them?--Tumble them out of\r\nhis window!--and if he stand right beneath, tumble them out! Dismantle\r\nthat whole room. Tear up the carpet. I swear, he shall leave no smallest\r\nvestige in this house.--Here! this very spot--here, here, where I stand,\r\nhe may have stood upon;--yes, he tied my shoe-string here; it's\r\nslippery! Dates!\"\r\n\r\n\"My mistress.\"\r\n\r\n\"Do his bidding. By reflection he has made me infamous to the world; and\r\nI will make him infamous to it. Listen, and do not delude thyself that\r\nI am crazy. Go up to yonder room\" (pointing upward), \"and remove every\r\narticle in it, and where he bid thee set down the chest and trunks,\r\nthere set down all the contents of that room.\"\r\n\r\n\"'Twas before the house--this house!\"\r\n\r\n\"And if it had not been there, I would not order thee to put them there.\r\nDunce! I would have the world know that I disown and scorn him! Do my\r\nbidding!--Stay. Let the room stand; but take him what he asks for.\"\r\n\r\n\"I will, my mistress.\"\r\n\r\nAs Dates left the chamber, Mrs. Glendinning again paced it swiftly, and\r\nagain swiftly muttered: \"Now, if I were less a strong and haughty woman,\r\nthe fit would have gone by ere now. But deep volcanoes long burn, ere\r\nthey burn out.--Oh, that the world were made of such malleable stuff,\r\nthat we could recklessly do our fieriest heart's-wish before it, and not\r\nfalter. Accursed be those four syllables of sound which make up that\r\nvile word Propriety. It is a chain and bell to drag;--drag? what sound\r\nis that? there's dragging--his trunks--the traveler's--dragging out. Oh\r\nwould I could so drag my heart, as fishers for the drowned do, as that I\r\nmight drag up my sunken happiness! Boy! boy! worse than brought in\r\ndripping drowned to me,--drowned in icy infamy! Oh! oh! oh!\"\r\n\r\nShe threw herself upon the bed, covered her face, and lay motionless.\r\nBut suddenly rose again, and hurriedly rang the bell.\r\n\r\n\"Open that desk, and draw the stand to me. Now wait and take this to\r\nMiss Lucy.\"\r\n\r\nWith a pencil she rapidly traced these lines:--\r\n\r\n\"My heart bleeds for thee, sweet Lucy. I can not speak--I know it all.\r\nLook for me the first hour I regain myself.\"\r\n\r\nAgain she threw herself upon the bed, and lay motionless.\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKVA09B26GWR6X1RCM2KN","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AN115ZPZG8QCB3BPK31H2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:56.351Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:23.849Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}