" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. She had all the fascination of being absolutely perplexing in this respect. Capes most trying. This done, he followed the course which Jack had just taken. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. He hasn't found himself, as they say. He did make her perceive something of the acute, tormenting desire for her that had arisen in him and possessed him. “All day. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. " "Can I have a word with you, master?" said Sheppard, approaching Wood.
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