"Take a drop of brandy before we start, watchman," said Wood, pouring out a glass of spirit, and presenting it to Terence, who smacked his lips as he disposed of it. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. “My dear, can you see in this light? I think I would like to get in. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. I’m six hundred and forty-eight years old, John! I should have never seduced a young boy, let alone expected him to keep my secrets for me. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an incapacity to drink. ‘Civilian peace-keeping forces, you know. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection.
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