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postilion obeyed, and dashed off as hard as his horses could gallop along the
beautiful road leading to Neasdon and Willesden, just as the serving-men made
their appearance. It is not the woman who speaks there. Not one of them but bore the marks of
having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. Ennison,” she said, letting her fingers rest in his. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed
a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer
all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and
I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. The smile had become
a laugh.
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