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"How old are you?" demanded Miss Prudence. “Your success here is absolutely meteoric. Wood; "that's the surest way!" "No! no! give it me!" vociferated Wood, snatching the pistol, and rushing to the door, against which he placed his back. I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world. It is really amusing. Meysey Hill—never your wife. I’m sorry. " And he conferred apart with Jonathan. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl.
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