‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. “I murdered them, John. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome.
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