Neither would she allow herself to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into the house. As Wood obeyed, his foot slipped; and, casting his eyes upon the floor, he perceived it splashed in several places with blood. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. " There was a pause. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause.
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