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"But it wants something here. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. It will do its best to overlook things—” “If we let it, poor dear. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. ” “Yes, yes. Lee-o-no-ra. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing.
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