"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. Muttering something to himself, he appeared to be telling upon his fingers the advantages and disadvantages of some scheme he had in contemplation. Oh, it is unbearable.
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