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"Bring him out, Quilt. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. In your heart you know quite well that all that you have said is useless. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Nothing to do; nothing for the hands, the mind, the heart.

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