For a long time neither spoke again. "There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by the exclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. Beneath two tall elms, whose boughs completely overshadowed the roof, stood Mr. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all over again when he gets on his feet.
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