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He always followed by showering her with kisses, embracing her tightly as she squirmed and giggled. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. Above the housetops it was different. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the appearance of Mrs. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. He looked the boy over with interest.
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