" "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. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. . I said I’d do anything. Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. Melusine turned and turned, unable to imagine just where the secret door could be. It is all very complex. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world. . “Really, Sir John,” she said, “I don’t know how to thank you. “To tell you the truth, it has seemed just lately as though we were becoming in some measure estranged. "Impossible!" exclaimed the widow, wildly. " "Surest thing you know.
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