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The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. And when she took and married that Mr Charvill, we didn’t think to see her at Remenham House no more. Was he planning on spending more time with her once in the country? The streets choked with beggars and the dying. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
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