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This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. After encountering other dangers, and being twice, compelled to fling himself flat upon his face to avoid slipping from the wet and slimy pathway, he was at length about to emerge from the lock, when, to his inexpressible horror, he found he had lost the child! All the blood in his veins rushed to his heart, and he shook in every limb as he made this discovery. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. ” He got up and went to the guest room door and locked it. " "He's no such thing!" cried Mrs. “You have succeeded a little too well in your personation,” she said bitterly, “to get rid very easily of Mr. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. ‘But don’t let me stop you from going to see Charvill. She hoped that Shari would not be too brokenhearted about her disappearance.
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