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Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. The air was thick with feelings. Say that I will call again or let him know my address in London. You must come back. An unhappy little sigh escaped her. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. "Alone?" "Not exactly, Sir. ‘Hollow. "Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?" he observed. McClintock does it; and he knows why.
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