“Morning, Mom. No doubt she was wondering what he had done in Charvill’s house and what he intended now. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. We have both tried hard to develop it—you and I —and we have failed.
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