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She awoke at 11:12 am, her foster sister snoring in the bed across the room. Wood by increased corpulence and decreased powers of vision,—by deeper wrinkles and higher shoulders, by scantier breath and a fuller habit. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone.
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