"She considers her future blasted beyond hope. “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. "Come away!" he cried, with the roar of a demon. A fever of shame ran through her being. The garrets were said to be tenanted by coiners, and artists employed in altering watches and jewelry; the cellars to be used as a magazine for stolen goods. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. Ennison, who had been standing with his back to the window, came suddenly a little further into the room. “I cannot say more.
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