Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. It was owing to the untimely end of this poor fellow that Mrs. Capes would come to these teas; he evidently liked to come, and he would appear in the doorway of the preparation-room, a pleasing note of shyness in his manner, hovering for an invitation. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. Or mad, just as the captain had said so many times.
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