"My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs. Rowland felt himself sinking beneath the powerful grasp of his enemy. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. She pushed him gently on the chest. I wonder,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you are.
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