"The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. When the prisoner was brought into this room, he was again questioned; but, continuing contumacious, preparations were made for inflicting the torture. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. “I was surprised, I admit,” he said. The rumor mills churned with the news that he harbored for her no ill will, but was simply too busy in his life to have a girlfriend that wasn’t “serious”.
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