’ ‘Who were they?’ she asked abruptly. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. " "Depend upon it, Sir. Then he would turn his face to her, and she would have to think of herself in his eyes. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now.
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