Most of the boys did not possess the manners that he did. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. " "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.
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