" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. “All right?” he asked. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. " And he proceeded to unfold his scheme to the woollen-draper. Jonathan had to feel his way.
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