She despises me, I suppose. “Mr. Wood—and after him came his daughter. I know why. " "Mend!" echoed Mrs. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. Austin," continued the tapstress; "he's only going on an errand. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before.
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