"There's my answer!" rejoined Wild, hurling the bludgeon at him, with such fatal effect, that striking him on the head it brought him instantly to the ground. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon. Jests are not for seasons like this.
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