Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. But, here they are. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at once. “I suppose you know I like you tremendously?” he pursued. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. "He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master," rejoined Sheppard.
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