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A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. He looked the boy over with interest. Brown, Lucy, and Martin Chen were at the center of the joyous horde. His smile faded. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason. “I am getting plain,” she said, with a little shudder. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. A shudder rippled across his shoulders. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge.
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