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That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. 8 or 1. Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing. ” She shook her head. His hand flew across the paper. She kept pausing in her work and regarding it, and when Capes came round to her, she first put her hand in her lap and then rather awkwardly in front of him. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor.
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