” “As long as you remain under my roof—” he began, and paused. . On the way he confessed. " Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and the bark shot from the strand. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. This time she was indeed beaten. " "I do not say that what you have done is wrong in any sense.
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