" "He had better bring half-a-dozen," said the Amazon, taking up a cloth-yard wand, and quietly seating herself; "one won't do. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work. "Mr. Do you think that I am utterly selfish?” She raised her eyebrows. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. Some years after the date of this history, an immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state, was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily unknown, the jail-fever. “Can you spare me a moment?” he asked.
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