Wood," urged Jack. “Dear me!” he said. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. If the creator drew a hero anything like himself, she would accept it as a sign that he did care a little. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. And life is much the same, whether taken in battle, on the couch, or by the road-side.
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