“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 was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. " "Ah, Jack," said Wood, shaking his head, "where there's a will there's a way. Turning now, and running down the terrace. ” He said nothing for a space.
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