"Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. I’ll feel fine as soon as I get out of my wet clothes. "In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. There was just a minute’s hesitation before they gave her a room. She knew his appetite from many a homemade dinner and knew also that he had taken Bitch Vorsack’s comments to heart. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
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