Gregory B. '"
"'This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea. See what your misconduct has deprived you of
—see what you might have been. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty
chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty
grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree
stump. “I don’t want children, Lucy. This is clear over my head. Then perhaps I shall
send for him if he has not forgotten. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. Makes you
real. I did not lay any traps for her. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you
please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. Wood started to
his feet.
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