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“So is Mr. This one too she read. “I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. It was difficult to get right. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. Brendon looked across the room at her thoughtfully. It is attested, you will observe, by the Reverend Mr. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. . This smile warned the doctor not to underestimate the man. “I am sorry that I have murdered you.
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