Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. Annabel thought, and thought again. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began his perilous course.
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