No: I must face it out. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. You promise me you’ll never grow old, you hear?” “I promise. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood.
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