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"Plumb in the eye!" said O'Higgins, rising. . ’
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Everett, General Lord Charvill, master of a barony stretching over a wide estate
that encroached on the hundreds of Witham, Thurstable and Dengy, stood before
his own fireplace, glaring at his visitors from under bushy white brows from a
head held necessarily low above a back painfully bent by rheumatism. Ruth will
be a gold mine for a man of your peculiar bent. “You needn’t say a word more,” Mr. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearer
than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, I have
prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to be a man, and
be exposed to his father's temptations—rather than he should live as wickedly
and die as disgracefully as his father.
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