You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say. New customs have prevailed over the old. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. This is no place for me.
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