I know something about
men. "Take me, then," replied the widow. Both advanced towards it,
when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the countenance of the
stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of Rowland. But such was the violence of his grief,—such the compunction he exhibited, that
all but one looked on with an eye of compassion. I have neither father, mother,
brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. You cannot
arrest yourself. ”
She covered her face with her hands.
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