"It gladdens me to hear you talk thus, Joan," said Wood, in a voice of much emotion, while his eyes filled with tears, "and more than repays me for all I have done for you. I don’t care if you’re not a virgin, that’s not how I really am. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. “I can’t endure it,” she said. Blotted out—Love! With infinite care, through nearly a thousand pages, her father had obliterated the word Love. 1. How provoking!" she added, pretending to rummage her pockets; "one never can find a thing when one wants it. ” “Yeah, I think she hates you, hon. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor.
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