I'll dispose of the brat. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. But what a monster was this Emile. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. "You must not remain here," he said. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black.
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