" "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 should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. Alone; not even the dog to warn her, and Hoddy deep in the island somewhere. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. “Do you remember the mountains? Do you remember how we loved one another? How intensely we loved one another! Do you remember the light on things and the glory of things? I’m greedy, I’m greedy! I want children like the mountains and life like the sky. Down there, whisky raises the very devil with white men. Can't I make you see?" "But I'm telling you Ruth loves you. " "There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. “Don’t!” she begged. She felt a cheat and a sneak to his unsuspecting retreating back.
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