Now, no more questions, or I shall be forced to leave the room. " "As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece, and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail. His conscience, however, was entirely another affair. ‘Lover’s tiff indeed. ’ Roding gave him a look of respect. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. She tugged at my coat and said, ‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast.
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