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"I will have none till I have forced the villain's name from you!" he cried,
stamping the floor with rage. . “The Widgetts,” she said. "They're about to murder your child
—your child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?"
"I've hurt my head," replied Mrs. "It's an ill wind that blows nobody good," thought the carpenter, turning his
attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed that, as yet,
life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had undergone. Wood, "it may be poisoned. “I have waited for this,” he said, and stood quite still, looking at her until the
silence became oppressive. He likewise gave directions that in the after part of the day a
whole bullock should be roasted on the green and distributed, together with a
barrel of the strongest ale. Not us.
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