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A sob was strangled in her throat. Wood; "here's a pretty to-do about nothing. ’ Gosse blinked. "There's an old proverb," continued Wood, rising and walking towards the fire, "which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll creep out at your elbow. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. ” He looked at her, his eyes illuminated by the glow of the dashboard. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars.
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