" "And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless it be tears of joy. 17 up-train. " "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. ” Lucy commented as the mud was smoothed around the grave site. Ramage—about the forty pounds. I’ll have to make a visit out of town.
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