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She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. " "Save us!" exclaimed Wood. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. "He's about to cross the river.
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