1. " "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. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring.
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