"I saw enough of doctors in my last place.

Thirty-eight doctors in ten months did my poor missis have.

Just determined on having 'em she was! Did they save her?
No! She died just the same! Maybe a bit sooner." "She was a freak, was your last mistress, Ellen," began Bunting aggressively.
Ellen had insisted on staying on in that place till her poor mistress died.

They might have been married some months before they were married but for that fact.

Bunting had always resented it.
His wife smile wanly.