But there was no feeling of remorse; there was only the sensation of exaltation. “But I have forbidden it!” he said, raising his voice. " "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. "You can render no further service to your poor mother. He had chosen his time well. You desert your home; I throw up useful teaching, risk every hope in your career. He seemed so clean anyway, his fair 215 skin, his light brown hair, there almost seemed to be no point. "Heaven be praised she knows me at last. ” “I shall always be grateful to you,” he declared.
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