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“John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. That paper must be signed, or I take my departure. 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. But in doing so, I most likely saved 233 your life. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. After knocking for some time at the door without effect, he tried the latch, and to his surprise found it open.
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