“My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. Good riddance.
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