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"I'll make a sketch, too," he said. Wood was unable to
discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and
was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be
the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty
substance, had fallen upon the floor. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with
some extraordinary value. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom
door and he returned to his basement. Nothing anyone could say or do would change him. ”
“And you?”
“Rather!”
“I wonder why?”
“There’s no why.
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