" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. Wood. "I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. " A shadow, which was not cast by the jib, fell upon them both. Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the ambrosian fluid. "Whatever you like, Hoddy," she agreed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. ’ ‘I would have done, only you threatened to blow off my head,’ Gerald reminded her, laughing.
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