" "Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land lies. His name is John. ” “Mr. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. . I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death.
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