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I suppose it depends on her own state of mind. “Will he die?” she asked. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. She almost sprang to her feet. Anna, my love, you cannot have forgotten so soon. And they admired Kent sedulously from the windows.
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