"Have the aromatic spirits of ammonia sent to Mr. I have suffered him to be brought up decently—honestly; because I would make his fall the greater, and deepen the wound I meant to inflict upon his mother. “Gross. " There was a brief, breathless pause. ” He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. “Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off.
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