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"What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. "Look at him!" Ruth looked. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. I was the last on board. Let me see my child, if he is really here?" "Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards her. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. My wife—killed me.
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