“While that lamb was about every man of any spirit was regarded as a dangerous wolf. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. ‘Not at all ladylike. May I know your name?’ The lady eyed him. “You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is. As he was about to descend his chains slightly rattled. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter.
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