Wood and Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them. Wood, in indignant surprise. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Upon this young fellow's face there were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the eyes. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. “Broddick is a heavy man,” he was saying, “and the main interest of the play was the embezzlement.
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