" "We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the carpenter's wife, with a sneer. One who—who—tres. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. “Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously.
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