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" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. You're alone, too, child. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. She has had offers innumerable; for where wealth and beauty are combined, as in her instance, suitors are seldom wanting. Jack was almost afraid of speaking; but at length he summoned courage to call out "Mother!" "Who's there?" asked a faint voice from the bed. You're not afraid, Mr.
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