"Medicine cannot save mo now. “I have heard these things from you before, and you have had my answer. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. “I can’t. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. “Then I will do what I can,” Anna promised. “I’ll try to stop by. Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face.
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