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Voices floated down, but there was no sound of pursuit. Manning central in her mind. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. She decided to leave this matter until the morrow and devote the morning to settling up with Mr. This species of madness cannot properly be attributed to his illness, though its accent might be. . At last he took up his thoughts again: “I wonder if, some day, one won’t need to rebel against customs and laws? If this discord will have gone? Some day, perhaps—who knows?—the old won’t coddle and hamper the young, and the young won’t need to fly in the faces of the old. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered.
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