" "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. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. It was not a difficult affair. The doctor smoked his pipe thoughtfully. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth. I finally got my own set of house keys when I turned eleven. Wood brought up. I knew it.
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