"Well, Arkel," said Jen, after the first greetings were over, "have you any clew?",
"Not Dido. Oh!" cried Isabella, in a tone of anguish, "it was my mother.",
I never was so mortified in all my life, and I scrambled to my feet and came over to the hedge to get between him and Billy..
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