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"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. "Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?" inquired Terence. ToC During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's express orders,) was denied her. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father.
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