He must know she’ll be at a convent. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. And I want you for myself—for my wife. " "Nor any one else in his senses," rejoined Wood, with a laugh. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. It's all very well to read him a lesson, and teach him obedience; but you've gone far enough for that. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. He looked the boy over with interest.
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