"Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. Wood the carpenter.
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