Keeping to the shadow of the house, he crept forward until he could see better without, he hoped, being seen. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. " "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms.
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