And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting to be put aside. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. I spent this afternoon in detention. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. "What was it?" He was insistent. The poor boy, imagining things! "That's want of substantial food. But it’s as you say. Remember, in your story—look at it, scattered everywhere!—that line? We arrive at true happiness only through labyrinths of misery.
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