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His curiosity, his literary instincts, had been submerged by the recurring thought of the fool he had made of himself. "I must have dropped it when I took out my note-book. Ask your own conscience. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash every glass on this table. A few days ago I saw him leave your house. 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. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. "Is the case of watches on board?" he asked in an under tone.
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