‘You’d do the same. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. Her head swam. No fear o' that.
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