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She was about to rush to his side, when she saw his clenched hands rise and fall upon the sand repeatedly. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. “Mr. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. “My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick.
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