"Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. "Now—begin. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. Listening on the dimlit landing, he saw Roding’s face muscles tighten. You have just passed through rather a severe physical struggle; just as previously to your collapse you had gone through some terrific mental strain. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry.
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