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There's something queer about that young man; but we'll never be able to find out what it is. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. " "I am," replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from the man's manner that he might confide in him. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling.
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