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When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable art. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. Ramage did not know. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head.
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