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“I think, perhaps if you will excuse me, that we will defer the luncheon. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. He addressed the boy as Jay. "Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. There was a hint of tears in her voice. . I may as well think. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms.
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