Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. Squire and master. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. An acute sense of living was in her veins, even the taste of her wine seemed magical. “Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to. As sure as he is now living, I'll pay him a visit in the Old Bailey before morning.
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