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Once again, he passed his hand over the surface and carefully noted all the obstacles. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. The prisoner breathed with difficulty. This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot.
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