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Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. " Spurlock pointed in the sloping fields outside the walls. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. "Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you please. He stuck to the shop as long as it was necessary, and longer, in my opinion. Again returning to the main road, he passed through Clapton; and turning off on the left, arrived at the foot of Stamford Hill. In all her life no living thing had had to depend upon her, not even a dog or a cat. " "Then, bring them into this room, the first thing—quick! They must not meet, Sir Rowland," he added, as Charcam hastened to obey his instructions.
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