She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. And she would have to go tomorrow. Besides, you cannot tell where it will end. It never is. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’ Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. "My servants, like Eastern mutes, must have eyes, and ears,— and hands, if need be,—but no tongues. The Master of the Mint, in the exercise of his two-fold office of governor and publican, was mounted upon a chair, and holding forth to his guests in a speech, to which Mrs. Cheveney walked away with a shrug of the shoulders. She had heard the trader utter it many times.
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