" "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. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. "Well, if you won't come, I shall help myself, and that's unsociable," pursued the speaker, evidently, from the noise he made, suiting the action to the word. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. One gets drawn into things. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. You do not believe me. The Trenchard estates will likewise be mine, for Sir Rowland is no more, and the youth, Thames, will never again see daylight. Look in the small hide-bound book that he keeps in his boot.
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