” So they talked on whilst supper was served, falling easily into the spirit of the place, and yet both of them conscious of some new thing underlying the gaiety of their tongues and manner. Have the goodness to affix your name to that memorandum, Sir Rowland. " "That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. ‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. On your own. CHAPTER VIII. All this was the work of a minute. His hand flew across the paper.
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