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"My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you to command me. That's the kind, my friend, that always fall soft. Perhaps the doctor, the manager and the girl were in collusion: perhaps they had heard indirectly of the visit paid by Mr. Anna, I listened to all that he had to say, and I called to him to let me get out. It will be a little lonely sometimes,” she said, looking around at them, “and I shall miss you all, but it is the fairest for myself —and I think for you. " "For me!" vociferated Mrs.
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