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And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. “I am lonely. “Indeed, I must implore you to return. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. In the little apartment, under the gas chandelier, his inches and his stoop were certainly very effective. ’ Le Petit Journal said that the man was dead. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object.
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