“MY DEAR MISS PELLISSIER,— “To-morrow the six months will be up. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. “What do you think you are doing?” He asked.
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