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Observe it—a blue-serge coat. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. He hated to destroy it; but that was the obligation imposed; and he was an honourable man. Courtlaw, Mr. Guns were impossible. Wood, who looks after her comforts, and visits her constantly. And then the fetters, which were still upon his legs:—how was he to get rid of them? Tired and dispirited, he still wandered on. You know as well as I do that it was accident.
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