“I suppose,” said her father, “I have read at least half the novels that have been at all successful during the last twenty years. . Her unnatural calm was giving way. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. . His hand fell lightly to her chest where her heart was 211 beating, almost tenderly. Anna was suddenly very quiet. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister.
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