“I have had a trying evening and I need rest. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. “So is Mr. Your purposes are defeated. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. . "Well, well, we'll say no more about it," replied Wood; "and, by way of changing the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong waters for consolation, Joan. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone.
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