" "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. " "Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. ‘The place was full of barbers and military men.
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