Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. ” He dared, his nostrils flaring. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. ” Lucy commented. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily.
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