”
He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation. He'd never forgive you. Just now the waterchestnuts…. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the
outset. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a
rare day when he was shoveling snow. She knew now that he never would. In vain he fondly urged his suit,
And, all in vain, the question put;
She answered,—"Mr. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have
told me every tiny detail. ”
He paced the room for a minute or two restlessly. “Get me someone, Oracle. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection.
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