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"Where's Mr. Wood,
whose loss I shall ever deplore. ”
Part 4
They lay side by side in a shallow nest of turf and mosses among bowlders
and stunted bushes on a high rock, and watched the day sky deepen to evening
between the vast precipices overhead and looked over the tree-tops down the
widening gorge. Spurlock possessed a vigorous intellect, critical, disquisitional, creative; and yet
he saw nothing remarkable in the girl's readiness to marry him! An obsession is a
blind spot. \" Larry
got up from his chair and trudged to the refrigerator,
pouring himself a glass of milk from the never-ending
supply of two percent. "Do you know this picture?" he
added, with another significant look, and pointing to the miniature. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant
upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry,
which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards
whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper. She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames.
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