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The sun was setting, casting long
dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. "
"Offer them my hearty thanks," replied Jack, waving his hand to the group, all of
whom returned the salutation. I have always been lonely. The brain tires of resistance, and when it meets
again and again, incoherently active, the same phrases, the same ideas that it has
already slain, exposed and dissected and buried, it becomes less and less
energetic to repeat the operation. ’
‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. To his great joy
he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. D'ye hear. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a
chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's
'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you. "
"I've nothing to confess," replied Thames, boldly; "I've done no wrong. And yet, when you offered to help, it was what is to
come that I had in mind. It has been a big night. She's too pretty and unusual. ” He closed the door
partially behind himself.
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