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"True," said Jen; "and why should these wretches have murdered that man?" "You are not my guest," retorted Jen, furiously. "I know it. David Sarby!".
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Mrs. Dallas was about to speak, when the negress silenced her with a look, and raised her head proudly. Poor Mr. Carter said when Billy cut his teeth that a neighbour's baby can be worse than your own. He didn't like children, and the baby's crying disturbed him, so many a night I walked Billy out in the garden until daylight, while Mr. Carter and Dr. John both slept. Always his little, warm, wilty body has comforted me for the emptiness of not having a little one of my own. And he's very congenial, too, for he's slim and flowery, pink and dimply, and as mannish as his father, in funny little flashes. "Ask him." "By his own confession in court, David was in the grounds of Mrs. Dallas on that night.".
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