\" She sat down on a nearby bench. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. She accomplished it with the aid of the young fellow’s hand, and stepped down into the road, glancing up at the house as she did so. One day it was gone. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image.
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