Wood fancied he recognised. And then all her restlessness was turned to joy. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to burst open the door. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. "I must go. Jack dropped the knife, and walked sullenly aside.
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