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...this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the grey bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?" asked he. • " Judith Gardenier."...

...this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the grey bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. " Hush, Rip," cried o2 she, " hush, you little fool, the old man won't hurt you." The name of the child, the air of the...

...this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?" asked he. " Judith Gardenier." " And...

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...self-important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. « What is your name, my good woman?» asked he. « Judith Gardenier.»...

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...this critical moment a fresh likely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the greybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollectigns in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?" asked he. " Judith Gardenier." " And...

...this critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed hrough the throng to get a peep at the jrey-bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. — 4 What is your name, my good woman ?" asked he. " Judith Gardenier."...