Love is a great thing, and happiness a joy. Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. “You need have no further trouble. Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness while that terrible man lives!" "Compose yourself, Joan," said Wood; "all will yet be well. “Hello, John. She ought to be softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life.
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