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" Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. 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. If you ride past the church, and mount the hill, you'll come to Neasdon and then you'll not have above half a mile to go. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. “You look great, Lucy.
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