CHAPTER XVII. 6. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. ” “You are going to sing in London?” he said quietly. "But, however, it may turn out, I disown you. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. " "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. It's so stuffy—and all that tobacco smoke!" He inspected his watch.
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