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"Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. His assistance came too late. "I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. ” “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He accused. "Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. . And then—this sudden thrust. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. “Still, of course, it is possible.
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