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Anna passed serenely out. Then Anna spoke more seriously than usual. She stared. She cried and sobbed in fits. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. She located her foster family. She felt sleepy and unusually irritable. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. You'll never be guided by me—never!" "Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken," returned the carpenter, endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest looks, and the meekest deportment.
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