Austin departed, and presently afterwards returned with the two subordinate officers, each of whom wore a leathern apron round his waist, and carried a large hammer. " "A child!" thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. It is so difficult.
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