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He stood up abruptly and went to the window. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. Look at the poor victim at your feet. “It’s the spring,” he said. He has been a father to me and my child. “We are not going the right way,” she exclaimed. Inhuman as he is, he would not kill her. "Let the gentleman take his own course," said Jonathan, mildly. I know how bad it feels. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. Their houses became a refuge of ill repute, the source of rumor and intrigue in the highest echelons of society. ‘Is there a resemblance?’ ‘This is Mary Remenham?’ ‘That is my late niece, yes. He was alarmed when she returned to the stage and her eyes passed over him in the audience.
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