" "Anything else, Sir?" "No:—stay! you'd better not bring up any silver forks or spoons. Cursed him for his devotion that had made him come back for her, only to get himself shot by the fiendish Gosse. His hands came up, his face broke apart. ” “I’m not. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered. “I’ll try to stop by. “Let me help you,” he begged. " "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. Gerald swore. " "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. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone.
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