Wood, you shan't lord it over me, I can
promise you. But I don't understand her; she's over my head. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. Wood became sensible that he was not
alone. He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she reappeared, would
have met with a fair reception. "I do," replied Jack, carelessly. ”
“Above all, no one except I can know what you are. ”
“Have I done something wrong? Should I take you
home?”
“No. That would
be fun, eh?"
"I wonder if you know how kind you are? You are like somebody out of a book. "For what?"
"I had the paper with me. "Your sympathy is being wasted. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!”
She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had
savored the words.
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