She stood there with white set face and
nervously clenched fingers. "
"And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied
Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless
it be tears of joy. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. She longed to enjoy human food as he
did. “They have no plans for us. . He built her the most beautiful castle
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in the world in the desert, carving fountains where real
water ran and gardens in a place where no plant had ever
bloomed. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat.
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