" "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. Thus, in a few minutes, had this happy family been plunged into the depths of misery. Supper was over.
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