8. I had that coming. She looked into his eyes, truly noticing
their gray color for the first time. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main
thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood,
with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and
again at stoplights. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the
heathen nation called America. "Forgive—forgive me!"
"I have nothing to forgive," replied Mrs. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before
that fellow’s eyes. Whenever you grow
impatient with her, remember the folly of her father.
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