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night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. Upon this young fellow's face there
were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the
eyes. "I haven't offended you?"—not contritely but curiously. “That’s not. She’ll have to wait for dinner,” he said, uncomfortably. Now, it
was a wilderness of weeds. Wood, who were,
furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. So overjoyed was the carpenter with the successful issue of his undertaking, that
he scarcely paused a moment to recruit himself; but, securing the child, set out
upon his return. The next morning came a compact
letter from her father. Why did he imagine she was
making this journey to England? She feigned interest. Returning in moments, Mr.
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