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"Ah! you are there, my dear young lady," said the widow, smiling faintly; "when I first waken, I'm always in dread of finding myself again in that horrible asylum. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. There was so much to see, so much to do, that he became what he had once been normally, a lovable boy.
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