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"And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. But I mean to have them. Wild, Captain?" remonstrated the other, in a deferential tone. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. He did not even care for his own inheritance at this place in Wodeham Water. Startled by the cry, as may be supposed, the attention of the whole congregation was drawn towards the quarter whence it proceeded. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed.
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