’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. "And now, farewell, Mr. I’m glad 237 you came over. ” Lucy spat. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. "You show more consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there is any need to show. ” “Not for you?” “No.
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