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Gravely he placed them in his aunt's hand. "And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a friend o' yours. " "The boy's not at my house," replied Wild. You will survive, mark my words. "The door!—the door!—death!" he added, as he tried the handle, "it is locked—and I am unarmed. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. But how close? She glanced about at the shrouded furnishings for possible cover.
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