On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. ’ ‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you. Her expression was a little changed, less innocent, more discerning. ” They were eating quails when they returned to the topic of love. He ate of the bread with great appetite, and having drunk as much as he chose of the water, poured the rest on the floor. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please.
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