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The door opened. Jonathan shook his head. We shall never have an heir, you and I! My family is crumbling; all of my brothers are dead. ’ ‘She again?’ enquired his hostess, her delicate brows rising ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. Sheppard," said the carpenter, advancing to meet her, and trying to look as cheerful and composed as he could; "what brings you to town, eh?— Nothing amiss, I trust?" "Nothing whatever, Sir," answered the widow. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. Deep silences came between them.
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