" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. You see, I’m separated from my wife. So far the boy's mind was clear. And there was another matter. “Are you in the Service?” She asked him. Mike chimed in. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's face; neither was there speech on his tongue. You were wide the mark, physically; otherwise you had him pat.
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