The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. The latter appeared to contain several papers, which Jack carefully put by, in the hope that they might turn out of importance in a scheme of vengeance which he meditated against the thief-taker. Here was a hole as wide as a church-door. " She pursed her lips and uttered a whistle, piercingly shrill and high; and instantly she became the object of intense astonishment on the part of the other diners.
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