But he had now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his attention to another quarter. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation. ’ He called through the library door. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. Suddenly a half stifled exclamation broke from Anna’s lips. " "Are you Mr. It was you, of course, whom he wanted. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. That won’t involve references, as a bank account would—and all that sort of thing. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite.
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