" "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. “Wow. . If you do not help me to read the riddle of yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. ’ ‘That’s odd.
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