" "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. " "Because he said he was a Yale man?" "That might be it. When she occupied, it, it was neatness itself; the little porch was overrun with creepers—the garden trim and exquisitely kept. David left this afternoon. He picked up the broken fiddle and beckoned. It would be too mortifying.
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