" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Why not? Quite willing. “If you speak—farewell. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning. ’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat.
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