’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of life. ’ Roding gave him a look of respect. ” “You were in a difficult position,” Mr. The truth at once flashed across his mind. “I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. "He has not the power—perhaps not the will to do so. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued his task. Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat with the intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did not know whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by a gentle knock at the door. . ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk.
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