Empty, silly, coarse brutes. Whatever may happen to-morrow I shall be none the better for anticipating its miseries to-day. Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. Wood, (for I never do anything without consulting my better half,) I'll take the boy, educate him, and bring him up to my own business of a carpenter. " "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. Montressor’s guests. E.
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