There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. He will not help them—and I told Emile so—and thus he sends them to my other grandpére, even that he knows he is dead. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated.
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