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She opened and read it at once. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. " "And what should a young man like this one have to forget?" Prudence demanded to know. Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn.
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