Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. When I went I was refused admittance. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty.
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