“I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. " "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. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. No! That was impossible. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. She hoped the lights would become hot enough to melt her into the floor. . It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. There was something in Jonathan's manner, as he issued this command, that struck the man as singular, and he afterwards recalled it.
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