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He donned his winter
coat. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed
than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss
to recognise the carpenter's daughter. Annabel, I cannot
believe it. Wood?"
"With pleasure," replied the woollen-draper. ‘When she lies outright, she thinks about it. You have the look
in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. It’s like this: You want freedom. ' Avoid
taverns and bad company, and you may yet do well. When the carpenter concluded his
recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. Wild will hang me.
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