He can't be far off. “Very well,” said her father. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. "Help!—murder!—thieves!" screamed Mrs. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object. “I killed him.
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