"When is he to suffer?" she demanded, fixing her large black eyes, which burnt with an insane gleam, upon him. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. I shall take to him as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long. Thames Street was wholly impassable. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it.
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