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“In five minutes I shall be ready. ” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. "If you doubt my word, woman," replied the carpenter's wife, coldly, "ask Mr. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. “He is quiet only this minute,” she said to the official. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. Two-and-twenty! I can’t imagine what your parents can be thinking about to let you get into these scrapes. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. . If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it.
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