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\" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. Spurlock looked up. “What a hypocrite you are. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes directly, or I'll send you to bed. " At the door of this tavern, which was situated on the left of the street, not more than a hundred yards distant from the church, the bell of which began to toll as soon as the procession came in sight, the cart drew up, and the whole cavalcade halted. "O, Lord!" ejaculated Wood. She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper.
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