"
"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. Her complexion was wan and faded,
except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour
more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her
cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Being in a great
hurry, he took little heed where he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must
have fallen, if he had not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam
immediately over his head.
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