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Sheppard," said Wood, glancing round the
chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame. ”
“And I have been dreaming and thinking—”
“I am frightfully sorry. "I've the Bridewell
account to settle. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. . You're the first widow I ever heard of who could
withstand that lure. “DEAR MR. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. I’m sorry. No, I
don't, either; because——"
"Well, Winny?"
"I don't know what I was going to say," she added, in some confusion; "only I'm
sorry you were born a gentleman. Wood," she continued, with a sudden
change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. She enjoyed preparing the
evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the
oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of
chicken frying. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as
several nuns came crowding in. The wards on the right
were occupied by male patients, on the left by the female.
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