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’ Looking round, she found the little coterie of soldiers crowded into the passage behind them. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. Mr. . E. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. “Yes. Thus, in a few minutes, had this happy family been plunged into the depths of misery. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. She stood on the mat instead, and looked down on him. But in a little while you will awake; and if there is a spark of manhood in you, you will be horrified at this day's work. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. She moved a little nearer to him.
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