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“I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. ‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. " His daughter, however, anticipated him. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!" And, with these words, he grasped Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very verge of the platform. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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