" "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. Aunt Jane had her quiet moments. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his great surprise and delight, found it unfastened. Ruth Enschede, Hartford, Conn. “You are my friend,” she said, “if any one is.
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