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Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done. Every one else does. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. "Where is it?" "Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep.
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