“You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. She became aware that at regular intervals a light flashed upon her face and a bodiless eye regarded her, and this, as the night wore on, became a torment. Give me that precious charge," he added, snatching the bundle from Wood. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Corporation. ” He could feel a small bump where he knew a cavity of smooth flesh should reside.
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