It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. I am a murderer.
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