"How have you contrived to still these troubled waters?" "I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland. It was a pity people had to eat food. She could tell that he was leering at her. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees.
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