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Sir John turned towards the door. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. "
"Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river
is passing before me. She was alone, and the mask of her
unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. “John, don’t!” she cried. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived
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