, like to forget all about it—even their names. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. CHAPTER XXVII. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. . Wood," cried David, pouring out a glass of the spirit, and offering it to the carpenter, "that'll warm the cockles of your heart. Sheppard! when I see her thus, and think of all she has endured, of all she may yet have to endure, I could almost pray for her release from trouble.
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