" "Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. “Oh. I will do my utmost. She floundered deep. Anything that might stir the sense of love And God has mocked me through it all. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. Then, her body still tense with the atoms of anger, she sat down upon the edge of the bed and rocked from side to side.
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