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‘That is my mother. She stood without motion and without strength. Fancying they were alone, Sir Rowland threw aside his cloak, and produced a heavy bag of money, which he flung upon the table; and, when Wild had feasted his greedy eyes sufficiently upon its golden contents, he handed him a pocketbook filled with notes. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. " "Would you like to have me come in and talk?" How tender that sounded!—talk! "If you want to.
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