Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and weltering in his blood. She looked at it with a little shudder, but she made no motion to take it. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. She can be of use to me yet. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. She was weeping now.
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