He wondered if the young fool had any idea of what he had drawn in this tragic lottery called marriage. Listen, Jack. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. They walked in silence. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. No one spoke to her. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor.
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