Still he looked hale and hearty, and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. I must leave England to-night. Mark yourself as a charitable man and you’ll be rewarded here and in Heaven. In the midst of the holy place, which he had formerly profaned, lay the body of his unfortunate mother, and he could not help looking upon her untimely end as the retributive vengeance of Heaven for the crime he had committed. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. Wood scarcely knew where he was.
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