Too much, perhaps. Not one of them but bore the marks of having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. This was no light conquest; nor was it a government easily maintained. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. He must win this man's confidence, even at the risk of being called mad. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me.
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