“I wondered. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. ‘What else was there to do? He paid off the servants and left old Pottiswick in charge, saying that the place would have to remain empty until the heir was found. "Every honest man, Sir! He helps us to our own again. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. Oh God! my limbs fail me.
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