"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. ” “I hope,” he answered, looking at her in some surprise, “that we shall have many more such to think about. It’s my choice, Lucy. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
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