" "Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. Wood turned to look at him. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. We’re going in.
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