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" "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. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. The latch had not fully caught. Leonardo would not have married her. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour of life. You love Ennison. . He stepped back further.
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