They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. ” She smiled at the thought. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed.
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