’ ‘But you are bleeding like a pig,’ came the frantic response. I have never wept since that day. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. " "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. But was it Faith? That is what she was this day going to find out. He grew even harder. The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition.
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