I must say what I have to say!” “But not now—not here. He looked at his friend. “I am going,” he said, “to be impertinent. E. ” She looked at him with fluttering eyelids—sweetly grateful. ” “It wouldn’t be you either. " "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. Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terrible explosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. Pray, walk in. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price.
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