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ined decks; and still more sad were the scenes which the wounded and dying presented below. I will not, however, now dwell on them. Several .
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her look a moment, then shut the door, and came and sat down before her, taking both her hands in his own; and Eleanor knew from a glance .
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he old woman interposed; "and eat and drink what I have to give you." The soup was placed on the table, along with some fruit; and the old .
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up and put her arms round her. "The Lord be praised!" she said. "I was waiting for this, Eleanor." "Aunt Caxton, I had been trying and thin .