“Maybe I should have stayed home. " "A friend is not so soon gained as lost," replied Wood; "but how has the prediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?" "I thought you would have guessed, Sir," replied the widow, timidly. Pearls in the dawn light, flashing and burning! "You don't like your island?" "I hate it!… But, there!"—weariness edging in. Her eyes noted it mercilessly. And you think I would marry you?’ ‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant. "I read those stories. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. I shall quit this roof to-morrow.
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