There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. " "It is," answered Wood. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. Ever since he came here, three months ago, he has been the life and soul of the place; and now the death warrant has arrived, instead of being cast down, as most men would be, and as all others are, he's gayer than ever. "O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!" "Gone? you black devil!—Gone?" cried Ireton. I hope we may never find her again. "Do you call this frantic glee happiness?" "It's all the happiness I have known for years," returned the widow, becoming suddenly calm, "and it's short-lived enough, as you perceive. She's not mischievous—and besides she's chained, and can't reach you. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. It was painful to want him so much.
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