"Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted
from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to
find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. A faint
anticipation of triumph showed in his manner and a subdued excitement. “I’ll try to stop by. His shoulders were bent, his face was
furrowed with wrinkles. “Fred,” he said, “do you remember taking me to dinner at the ‘Ambassador’s,’
one evening last September, to meet a girl who was singing there? Hamilton and
Drummond and his lot were with us. I’m off to England. Mrs. “Don’t!” cried Ann Veronica, struggling faintly, and he released her. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull.
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