He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. Something in his tone pinched her heart. "No, no, Sir," replied Ireton. ” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. He leaned forward to better drink her in. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother.
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