” He whispered with reverence. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. " "Ah. You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack.
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