” His shoulders relaxed. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and weltering in his blood. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. ’ And with that he went off to the City, stern and silent, leaving his bacon on his plate—a great slice of bacon hardly touched.
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