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" "Help! help!" shrieked Mrs. In vain he fondly urged his suit, And, all in vain, the question put; She answered,—"Mr. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. Then to Dan Ware's, in Hanging Sword Court.
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