After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. " "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. But I mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. ” She said.
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