Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can promise you. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use. It is no problem. "The devil you have!" thundered a voice from behind, that filled the apprentice with dismay. Manning leaned forward on the table, talking discursively on the probable brilliance of their married life. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them. I wonder what it was. Wood. I’ve seen Brewis Charvill, by the by.
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