Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. “I wonder if there are any good women really. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight. Your lamented mother, whose loss I shall ever deplore, perceived my passion and encouraged it. Do not remain with me.
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