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as if he had the ague. Mrs. Drysdale came into the kitchen, and stood gazing at her husband in a white, dumb kind of way (I am transcribing literally from the girl's statement), till the outer door was fastened, when they both went up-stairs into a front sitting-room. Curiosity induced Anne Moody to follow, and she heard, just as the door closed upon them, Mrs. Moody say,
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You have not been to Exeter, I am sure? This was said in a nervous, shaking, voice, and her master replied in the same tone,
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No; I changed my mind, or words to that effect. Then there was a quick whispering for a minute or two, interrupted by a half-stifled cry or scream from Mrs. Drysdale. A sort of hubbub of words followed, which the girl--a very intelligent person of her class, by-the-by--could not hear, or at least not make out, till Mr. Drysdale said in a louder, slower way,
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You, Rachel--the children are provided for; but, O God! at what a dreadful price!