Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. "I'll tell you all about it presently. But he told me this much, that no matter how far Mr.
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