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She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. " "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. Like appendicitis. The forgiveness and reconciliation was a cold and formal affair, and afterwards her father went off gloomily to his study, and Mr. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. "However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me. I felt I MUST do something anyhow, and up I came just as soon as I could to see you.
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