Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. Ramage.
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