Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. “Oh, that. Lucy had baked the apple and pumpkin pies, carefully molding the flour crusts and adding extra teaspoonfuls of allspice and cinnamon while no one looked. Filled as he was with conflicting emotions, any stretch of silence would be dangerous.
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