Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. Some part of the stiff vigour of the man seemed to have subsided. ” She raked into the fire with the poker. He never felt any need to explain himself. ’ He received a glare from his captive. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton.
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