Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. ’ Gosse’s eyes went to the portrait, and evidently took in the uncanny resemblance, looking from it to Melusine and back again. It was the only time she had ever hit him, punched him right in the stomach like one of his favorite Three Stooges episodes. CHAPTER II. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. ‘I do not understand you.
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