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“I am sorry,” he said slowly. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “But of course it’s aunt’s doing really. She stared at his pleading face. And he had gone away without knowing the truth! "My proa boys are ready; the wind is brisk; and in an hour we shall be beyond all pursuit. For a moment she thought of saying yes, and then filled with shame. Wood represents him?" "He's not exactly what I could desire him to be, Joan," replied the carpenter, reluctantly, "But a ragged colt sometimes makes the best horse. Surely it was a dream. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. "Ha!" he exclaimed, with a sudden start, as his glance fell upon the portrait; "how came this into your possession, boy?" "Why don't you answer, sirrah?" cried Wild, in a savage tone, and striking him with the silver staff. Catch him, she begged silently. 132 “I thought you wanted me—you told me so when we kissed in the park!” He cried. Would you like me to take one for you?\" \"Nah.
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