F. Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness while that terrible man lives!" "Compose yourself, Joan," said Wood; "all will yet be well. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms.
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