"Well, well, we'll say no more about it," replied Wood; "and, by way of changing the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong waters for consolation, Joan. The act was mechanical, a bit of sparring for time: his anger was searching about for a new vent. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. “If one was free,” she said, “one could go to him. You see, I’m separated from my wife.
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