There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered. You should have known better, you cannot die, so your body and your instinct will 213 take over as your mind departs. He looked at his friend.
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