Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. Her thoughts took words for themselves. You want industry—you want steadiness. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. . You must forgive the poet’s license I take. " "I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up to the garret, where I've hidden it for safety," said Mrs. —I'll soon find you out.
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