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She leaves town to-morrow. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. He renewed his supplications to Sharples, but with no better success than heretofore; and the greater part of the night was passed by him and the poor widow, whose anxiety, if possible, exceeded his own, in the most miserable state imaginable. " "My coat, please. When you send for me I shall come back. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. The area in front of the jail was completely filled. Better come another morning.
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