" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. . All her life Martha had been there. ’ Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage, Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack Kimble’s white face driving her on. Can you come?\" Michelle asked expectantly. “There I can’t help,” said Capes. ‘What did you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer.
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