She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. " Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. I'd like to be alone now. " "Respecting Thames Darrell?" observed Jack. "I will struggle no longer with destiny.
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