Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. They order me to get my man, and I get him. . She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. So, after the dinner was over, Spurlock took her home; and worked far into the night. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. He embraced her like her father once had. Now then," he added more calmly, "I am ready to die. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again.
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