" "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Winter came at the manor. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window.
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