Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. A woman touched him lightly on the arm, and smiled into his face. “You were going to answer it?” “Certainly not!” she said deliberately. . “Lucy. I feel a mixture of beast and uncle. I am a pauper, and as yet I have not discovered how to earn money. "Here, Tom," he added, calling to a shop-boy, "run and fetch a constable. She obeyed, extending her arm.
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