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“I just came to you and put myself in your hands. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. The name of this damsel was Edgeworth Bess; and, as her fascinations will not, perhaps, be found to be without some influence upon the future fortunes of her boyish admirer, we have thought it worth while to be thus particular in describing them. Then to the Dean's Head, in St. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames.
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