The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. Will you please—Not now, or I must go. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily.
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