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That was life. I didn’t know. He was helpful, but gravely dubious. “It’s like the Picture and the Bust. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions. I've bumped into so much of the underside that I can't see clean any more. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return.
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