. “Yes, I know. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. “Dear me!” he said. "As like as life. “I will be off,” she declared. The appearance of the new-comer was extremely prepossessing; and, after his trepidation had a little subsided, Wood began to regard him with some degree of interest. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. "My child!" he groaned faintly. "You're in danger. He's now in spring-ankle warehouse with Sir Rowland Trenchard.
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