" "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. Sometimes he was obviously irritable and uncomfortable and unfortunate in his efforts to seem at ease. Disappointment flickered in Gerald’s chest, and he did not hesitate to speak his mind, unable to help a reproachful note. He had hurt her. 1. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. And probably the girl would wear herself out, too. Cast off this weakness.
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