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She pointed suddenly at the portrait. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. Capital swordsman. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. " "No more!" cried Griffin, incredulously; "I should have thought you must have made double that sum at least. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. Stanley took mustard savagely. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key.
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