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"He stands before you," rejoined her son. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. "I beg your pardon," he cried; "but really—ha! ha!—you must excuse me!—that is so uncommonly diverting—ha! ha! Do let me hear it again?—ha! ha! ha!" "Upon my word," rejoined Wood, "you seem vastly entertained by my misfortunes. ” There followed an instant’s pause, and then Ann Veronica had decided to misunderstand. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. Suddenly she thrust her head out of the window. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed.
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