The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. " "Mr. Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching upon the floor. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. ‘Melusine. " "Prolonging the misery. If you don’t eat humble-pie now you may live to fare worse later. Almost the last female to bear the name, too,’ muttered the old lady. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. The mere enumeration of the obstacles that existed would have deterred any spirit less daring than Sheppard's from even hazarding the attempt.
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