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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William Morgan. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. "Now your curiosity's satisfied, child," continued Kneebone, "perhaps, you'll attend to my orders. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery.
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