‘Take this. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth. He ventured to the great gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip.
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