The
first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to
break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood,
the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Wood. All the precious paintings and statues of the divine family
were here, as was the enormous wooden crucifix set above the altar. Inhuman as he is, he would not kill her. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a
hansom. . The winter of 1348 seemed to last an eternity, but the
Pestilence struck in one day. The world isn’t ready for girls
to start out on their own yet; that’s the plain fact of the case. And so bitterly did the carpenter
reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in
search of it. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three
days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both
his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who
was always less active on days when he was not around. Get out your pad and pencil. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it
was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up
the Avenue.
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