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She had narrowly escaped Martin in Orchestra class, who
had been wrapped up discussing a new piece of his with
Mr. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. What news. As to his mother, I've no pity for her. "
As he said this, he moved forward a few paces, when, finding his feet glued to
the ground by some adhesive substance, he stooped to feel what it was, but
instantly withdrew his hand, with an exclamation of horror. ‘Bon. Spare him!—pity me!"
With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs,
when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy
footsteps entering the house. "Away with him!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, impatiently.
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