“I have not quarrelled with her. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. " "All right, teacher; I'll shave and comb my hair. .
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