“He has said something of the sort. He yelled but he had no breath to support his own voice. You should have confided in me, and fallen in with my plan at the beginning. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. " "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. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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