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Meanwhile, the excitement of the chase had in some degree subsided. I knew it. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. " "I know a man…. Both Spurlock and McClintock stood by their chairs until she was gone. Wild," implored the turnkeys. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. ” Chapter XXXII SIX MONTHS AFTER Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield.
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