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" "Murder him!" cried Trenchard shuddering. I acted in plays, I studied philosophy, mathematics, and science. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. “Thank you, ma’am. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. “We can be alone?” She inquired. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I.
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