Wood, however, made known his presence to the individual by laying his hand upon his shoulder. Wood, delighted at the idea. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room. I know nothing of that young lady.
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