” His fingers touched hers for a moment under the ledge of the box. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. The Night-Cellar XVIII. " "And that's true," rejoined Mrs. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. Later on—well then the time may come. I’ll try to stay as long as I can. I was raised in the Church.
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