’ He opened the purse and extracted a couple of guineas. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of daintily fashioned toilet appliances. "Oh, you're here, are you?" said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh: "I've been looking for you everywhere. okay. ‘Alors, I see it. I've come to take you back home. A wrathful God was watching him.
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