"Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. "Spare me!" he groaned, looking upwards. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. It was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island.
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