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“Please forgive me coming up, Miss Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. “Yes, John. “I wonder if there is anything wrong with my manners,” she said. . But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. I think we rest here until to-morrow?” There was a brief silence. You would suffer the torments of the damned for what you had done. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water.
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