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"If you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. “Indeed, no,” he answered. "Farewell for ever," said Jack, extending his hand to Mrs. “You look great, Lucy. "And now to dispose of our dead.
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