Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. "Let me have a word with the cull!" "Ay! ay!" cried several of the bystanders, "let Jonathan kimbaw the cove. He was a stranger. ‘I take it that you like this great-niece of mine?’ ‘One cannot help but do so. ” He coughed gently. “But it is so difficult——” “Not at all,” he answered eagerly. " "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. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. He returned, sitting on the floor beside the couch adoring her and stroking her bare arms.
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