At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction.
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