54 \"Yes?\" \"No one says 'Oh my word' anymore. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. The tears flowed faster. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. Through yet another doorway she observed an ancient silk brocade loom. The doctor here says he can get you aboard to-morrow night. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. "I do," replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose. I only know that it is right to do what I do. There was something markedly and deliberately liberal-minded in his manner in all their encounters.
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