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‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity. . “Please come home. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. "Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel," remarked the female attendant, assisting her to rise; "you'll never be able to reach Manchester.
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