Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. It isn’t because you’re good, but because I may be rotten bad; and there’s something—something living and understanding in you. “The rarefied air? I thought you had a better head.
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