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"He's dead," exclaimed Austin. 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. ‘Because he knows you for an imposter,’ Melusine flashed. ” John replied. ” She leaned against the back
wall of the place, sinking slowly. We shall be equally matched. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to
which it had reduced his mother. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not
many hours to live.
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