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The cloth was removed, and
Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk
—put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best
consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now
be fairly termed—to their own conversation. I never see them,
they never even call. There will be
long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying
coconut. But get up behind,
Blueskin. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most
earnestly that I may come back to my old place as
“Your devoted friend,
“WALTER BRENDON. “For better or worse.
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