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He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. ” She replied. The nurse sent for him as soon as she saw that you were conscious. “Poor little Miniver! What can she be but what she is?. But the big job for you is yet to come. . The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. You seem altogether altered, too. It’s that has always made me—SHE, you know, was drawn into a set—didn’t discriminate Private theatricals. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water.
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