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“Have you dropped from the skies?” Sydney asked wonderingly. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter. Mother—dear mother!" he added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. It shall never be said that I raised my arm willingly against a woman. " Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church.
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