"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. And if you mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your breath. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. The jealous burn at his eyes subsided and his finger came up.
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