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They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. I know my son's voice too well. Oh, you must believe me. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst.
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