This time you cannot. Are you now satisfied?" "No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. Fortunately, I've secured the proof of my birth. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. What a God-forsaken fool he was! And dimly, out there somewhere in the South Seas—the beach! Already he sensed the fascination of the inevitable; and with this fascination came the idea of haste, to get there quickly and have done. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. It dealt from floor to ceiling and end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps; the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly.
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