" "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. Once, when he thought he had done so, he smiled an ingratiating smile. ” He answered as they hauled huge remainders of stumps and ragged rocks to the grave to make it difficult to trespass upon. " "Shall we do so?" whispered Winifred to her father. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. "Some one must have assisted him. She visualized him as in a policeman’s uniform and quite impassive. "How?" cried her brother, starting.
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