“And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears. "Will you write," asked the doctor, "and tell me how you are getting along?" "Oh, yes!" "The last advice I can give you is this: excite his imagination; get him started with his writing. “They would spoil every chance. You didn’t even put the twelve words.
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