Wood had been my father, as well as yours. But Mr Jarvis said as how Miss Mary not having no brothers and sisters like, it were good to have friends. “I am off to-night,” he said. McClintock liked it. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. He embraced her like her father once had. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. She helped him take it off. ’ ‘Yes, but they did do so. She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. "Do you not know me, father?" said the young man, advancing towards him, and warmly grasping his hand. 6. It's a long time since we met, eight years and more.
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