“No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. But come in, dear. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. The first circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous.
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