" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. " "But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. I know you’re young but I think I, no, I know that I love you.
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