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But in a moment she believed she understood. Sometimes he was obviously irritable and uncomfortable and unfortunate in his efforts to seem at ease. . Only she sent me a message, and together we found a cottage for her to stay at. She was shocked. The little room was fragrant with flowers, Anna herself bright, and with all the evidences of well being. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. CHAPTER XIII. Maggot.
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