"I could not get Isabella further than the door of your house," exclaimed Mrs. Dallas, who was in deep mourning, whether for Maurice or David, or for the loss of Dido, it was impossible to say.,
Mrs. Dallas, closing her eyes, continued rocking herself to and fro, saying but one word in answer.,
"He did, sir. Leastways he arsked me to arsk Dido 'bout it.".
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