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My sister made me over, you know. “You must not think of me as one. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. “You need have no further trouble. 266 She peered up at him. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him.
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