"Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was
McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, he refused to open the door
till they had explained their business. "There,
Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. You are yet a child; and though
you have strayed from the right path, a stronger hand than your own has led you
thence. He's settling an account in the house. He will not come. 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. And when there is no longer any need to use it,
why then, enough you say—and throw it away.
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