5. " "Help! help!" shrieked Mrs. " "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. In the next box hangs the rope by which he suffered. I found a blue stone on the beach once. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. “I do not even know who you are.
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