” John approached Lucy, handing the bouquet to her. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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