Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. I want to get away—to go to London. The aunt laughed. "Not a moment is to be lost," cried Jack: "follow me. ’ ‘Why should Gérard care?’ sneered Gosse. ‘Gérard!’ Before she could react to this new menace, the captain spun round. Sir John stood upon the threshold. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane. Once in England, she made all haste to visit Remenham House. Woof! What a dog.
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