It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. ToC Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May, 1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular habitation. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing. "My head fairly turns round. It is quite light yet, and I want to have one more look at that angry red sun. I have taken bullets and lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much. He felt he was human wisdom prudentially interpolated. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction.
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