" "God forbid!" exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging the interview, he added, with some precipitation, "But I must be going: I've stayed here too long already. Saint Giles's Round-house XIII. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. She dropped the locket into its sweet hiding place. ” She raised her eyebrows. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features.
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