He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. " "Your husband?" "No. The family always managed to make it home for supper, even though it was a dying custom. The entire city seemed to exist for beauty and art alone. With his gimblet he contrived to bore a number of holes so close together that at last one end of the bar, being completely pierced through, yielded; and pursuing the same with the other extremity, it fell out altogether. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened.
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