Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever committed. ” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. “Are you a special sort of clergyman,” she said, after a pause, and looking down her nose at him, “or do you go to the Universities?” “Oh!” he said, profoundly. Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs.
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