She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. " "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. Or perhaps my father once. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. Ruth loved him. They know only that the Valades have practised an imposture which affects all society, and some will think your adventures excessively romantic. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn. “I am frightened now. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. I can’t love you. "It is too late. .
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