Wood in the deepest mourning. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. He had not noticed the girl particularly when she offered the sandwiches; but in this moment he found her beautiful. Again silence. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction. . The weed was all right. She'll have this hour always with her; and you failed her. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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