" "Dying!" echoed the knight. I leaned over and looked at him—he was quite still. And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. Nobody toys with me. "The end is the most beautiful in English literature. ” He did not move. .
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