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. ‘Until today. "Mr. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. . The job is easy. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. 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. "After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle.
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