Where is your false, your treacherous, and cursed wife?"" She's gone forward to the Police Office," returns Mr Bucket. "You'll see her there, my dear."" I would like to kiss her!" exclaims Mademoiselle Shortens, panting tigress-like. "You'd bite her, I suspect," says Mr Bucket." I would!" making her eyes very large. "I would love to tear her, limb from limb."" Bless you, darling," says Mr Bucket, with the greatest composure; "I'm fully prepared to hear that. Your sex have such a surprising animosity against one another, when you do differ.

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