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Horrible!" "Poor soul! her senses are going again," said Mr. So, not exactly hopefully but earnestly, she returned to the feet of God. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown, He carved his name on the dungeon stone; Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall, "You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val, With your chisel so fine, tra la!" "This S wants a little deepening," mused the apprentice, retouching the letter in question; "ay, that's better.
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