Wood again made his appearance in a more composed frame of mind, and, at his daughter's earnest solicitation, was induced to partake of some refreshment. He did everything. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. " "You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have been like you, if he had lived. My people don’t know what to do. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. You say I know nothing. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy.
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