Only how had they missed him?
Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. The fates are never so kind to
me. 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. Why didn’t he die?”
Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. ’
Amazed, Melusine stared at him. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling.
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