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" "The very idea is dreadful," whimpered Edgeworth Bess. It’s artificially chance. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. I don’t care what else there is in the world. CHAPTER II. "I beg your pardon," he cried; "but really—ha! ha!—you must excuse me!—that is so uncommonly diverting—ha! ha! Do let me hear it again?—ha! ha! ha!" "Upon my word," rejoined Wood, "you seem vastly entertained by my misfortunes. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. If only she had thought to plunge the scissors into her own heart! Hoddy … to return and find her either gone or dead! But even as the Wastrel's arms gathered her, there came the sound of hurrying steps on the veranda. After all, where prayer fails, a pistol is bound to succeed. He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel.
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