Wood. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. She drew a breath, and sighed it out. Wood, I desire you'll put on your best things, and join us as soon as possible. “Is Lady Lescelles in?” he asked the butler. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue.
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