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"What I say, Mr. Alymer! You--admire Miss Dallas?" "None at all. But the wind and rain were wild outside, so that they may have drowned the noise made by those who broke in." When poor Mr. Carter died, the next day she said, "Now, Mary, you are entirely too young to live all your long years of widowhood alone, and as I am in the same condition, I will let my cottage, and move up the street into your house to protect and console you." And she did—the moving and the protecting..
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