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‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. “You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. All this was exciting and entertaining. Papa doesn't even care, but he just goes along with whatever my Mom says.
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