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, and go home before you have to. " "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. "I cannot but approve the course you are about to take, Jack," said Thames, "though on some accounts I regret it. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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