" "I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. Mr. “Everything will follow,” she said. . "You base ingrate," she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me.
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