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” But she could not talk freely about love, she found, for all that manumission. ” “Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. "He is gone!" cried Mrs.
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