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I decided to go in and wait. It’s odd how little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room.

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