’ ‘Of course she could not have known to whom they belonged. " "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'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. " "My wealth," replied Mrs. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand.
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