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"Get ready the irons, Caliban. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. Ruth, having decided a course for herself—that of renunciation—and having the strength to keep it, met these advances in precisely the mood they were offered. “What?” He replied. ‘Merci, dieu.
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