Her shoulders began to ache. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight. Wood, by whom it was formerly occupied. “You cannot say that you did not expect me,” he answered. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,— you are as unfortunate as wicked. . “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. . You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon.
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