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A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. You had better let me go again.
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