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The doctor nodded to him curtly. "I should never have been what I am, but for you. Is this man Hill dead?” She shook her head. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. She loved him. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. " "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. ” He spoke loudly. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year.
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