How dreary it all looks. It reverberated in the silence. ‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. “I have my methods. . Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him.
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