To-morrow I am going to Paris. It is you who took my name, not I yours. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. Wood trembled. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you.
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