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" "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. We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. When next he asked for her, some twelve hours later, he was told that Mademoiselle had left. The Jacobite.
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