She throws a sort of spell over us all. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. There’s nothing a girl can do that isn’t sweated to the bone. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone.
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