And then: “Of course!
Always. "At the bottom of that big envelope I found this one. "
So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow,
proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted,
crackled within the rusty grate. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. Wood had the
advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a
period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the
same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the
shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special
recommendation in female eyes. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. He
died when I was. Suddenly he stopped short.
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